Does the beast that freezes in the snow regret its imminent death? Does the tree whose trunk bends to the earth with a hurricane grieve for the end of its life? Do the ancient mountains, devoured by the wind, sigh for the former impregnable greatness of their slopes? No, only a man grieves about the past . Indifferent to other people's sufferings and joys infinite sea . It will not shed tears on the lost islands, nor will it remember those who perished in the time of their inhabitants. No, only people remember the past . Only man keeps a useless memory of what does not exist .. But while people remember you, how can you say that your deeds and your life, and yourself, are gone? Therefore, a person can live forever, because he remained in the sagas that sing wise scalps at the hearths . Is it not worth all the riches of the world? Is it not worth all that there is in the world, eternal life in the hearts of the people who came after you? But the saga is not the commodity that can be bought. They sing only about those who live as if they already know that they will never die.