That’s why, even now, I don’t say, “Oh, I’ll just sleep on the weekend.” Because for all I knew at four years old, there might be no weekend. So I learned to publish before I perish—recording everything I learned that day on a tape recorder, or typing it up, or publishing it online in the public domain. That way, even if I didn’t wake up, it wouldn’t matter. I could still be a “good-enough ancestor” to whoever came after. They wouldn’t have to wait 75 years for copyright to expire.