Does an animal that freezes in the snow regret its imminent death? Does a tree whose trunk is bent to the ground by a hurricane grieve over the end of its life? Do the ancient mountains, eaten away by the wind, sigh about the former inaccessible grandeur of their slopes? No, only man is sad about the past. The endless sea is indifferent to the sufferings and joys of others. It will not shed tears for the islands that have disappeared into the abyss, it will not remember its inhabitants who have perished in time. No, only man remembers the past. Only man keeps a useless memory of what does not exist. But as long as people remember you, can it really be said that your deeds, your life, and you yourself, have disappeared? And therefore, a person can live forever if he remains in the sagas that wise skalds sing by the hearths. Isn't it worth all the wealth in the world? Isn't eternal life in the hearts of people who came after you worth everything in the world? But saga is not a commodity that can be bought. After all, they are sung only about those who live as if they already know that they will never die.