. . . toutes les gloire sont éphémères. Du point du vue de Sirius, les oeuvres de Goethe dans dix mille ans seront en poussière et son nom oublié.
". . . all glory is ephemeral. From the point of view of Sirius, the works of Goethe in ten thousand years will be dust and his name forgotten."
Albert Camus, from The Myth of Sisyphus, The Absurd Man.
It's a good argument for just doing our work as best as we possibly can and to forget about posterity. No matter how "immortal" an artist's work is, it will eventually be dust. In this chapter of the Myth of Sisyphus, Camus is discussing the art of acting. While it may be the most ephemeral of all art forms: L'acteur regne dans le périssable. [The actor's domain is the perishable.] BUT. Elle dirige surtout nos préoccupations vers le plus sûr, c'est à-dire vers l'immédiat. [Above all, it directs our preoccupations toward the most evident, e.g., towards the present.]
An actor's work before the public is finished at the end of the evening, as is the musician's, but, if these artist's have done their job, then they have raised our consciousness, in very much a Zen-like manner, toward the immediate surroundings and moment. I find that even the visual arts do this. While their existence is a little more "permanent," perhaps less ephemeral existing as they do in space, they still move me to a place of quiet realization inside and sometimes a quiet joy at being alive.
Above image is of Sirius, which is the brightest star, or star system in the galaxy. Composer Karlheinz Stockhausen claimed (believed) he was from Sirius.