Monogram 1696

Here lies a sheet, marked with what appears to be a monogram, perhaps by Hendrick van Beaumont. The intertwined letters, etched in what seems like faded ink, speak to a deeper, primal impulse. These aren't merely identifiers; they're emblems of self, a signature asserting presence and permanence. Consider how similar symbols appear across epochs. Royal monograms stamped on coins, or even the crude markings of early humans on cave walls. They all serve to declare 'I was here.' This urge transcends mere communication. The monogram bears witness to a subconscious drive, a cultural memory of claiming ownership, a longing for immortality. It is the eternal dance of ego, a symbol that resurfaces time and again.