Man decays, his corpse is dust. All his kin have perished; But a book makes him remembered through the mouth of its reciter.
"I will remember you, you know. And to be remembered by an eternal god is, in its own way, a special sort of immortality... Of course, in a much more mundane, practical sense you will be dead, but I gather you creatures are very susceptible to simple platitudes."
"Every man's heart one day beats its final beat, his lungs breathe their final breath. And if what that man did in his life makes the blood pulse through the body of others, and makes them believe deeper in something larger than life, then his essence, his spirit, will be immortalized by the storytellers, by the loyalty, by the memory, of those who honor him and make whatever the man did live forever."
Cattle die,
friends die,
and the same with you;
but I know of something that never dies
and that's a dead person's deeds.
friends die,
and the same with you;
but I know of something that never dies
and that's a dead person's deeds.
— Hávamál, stanza 77
'A man dies when people forget him.’ You know, that applies to me perfectly. Sure I’m not some fictional quack doctor, but just think of it. What parent, what Cerise, what assistant, what innocent life, is going to forget what Chloe Cerise did? Even if I’m destroyed, I’ll never die!
— UnChloe demonstrating the non-heroic flip side of this, Infinity Train: Blossoming Trail
