"Let those who are in favor with their stars of public honor and proud titles boast," Theo declared disdainfully. "Let them glory in things that do not last, and honors that can be taken as easily as given. I care not that they take the credit, they will not be remembered in time's great wheel."
"I don't understand," Richard said.
Theo smiled a cryptic smile, "For example, The painful warrior famoused for fight, After a thousand victories once foil'd, is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd. Now tell me Richard, all of these warriors in battles of the past, do you know their names?"
"Of course, there is Livious and Flavious of Rome, Alexander the Great, Sun Tzu, I could keep going."
"Ah yes, but here is my point. They all continued to win. Now can you name me warriors that lost."
Richard looked stymied, and Theo smiled. "Such is fame and glory. Forgotten when there is no more to glory in."
"Then why won't you be forgotten?" Richard asked, truly wondering.
Theo smiled at his friend. "Happy I, that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed. That is immortality my friend, people who love you enough to remember you when you are gone."
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