Marcus Aurelius [ Source ] I will die soon. Even the Emperor of mighty Rome is ultimately a feeble human being whose body will be consumed by the flames of time. Nothing will remain after that. Nothing. Nothing but the earth. The earth will cover us all. Then the earth too will change. And the things that result from the change will continue to change too. What is there to be priced in this world of transitoriness? Be good. Do good to your fellow creatures. Nothing else really matters. Fame will mean nothing ultimately. Everyone who remembers you after your death too will die one day. Those who succeed them too will follow them soon. Memories of you will be extinguished totally. Even if there were means by which you could make the memories eternal, what would you gain? What can anything mean to the dead? Meaning itself has no meaning once you are dead. Augustus is lost to history. His court is lost. So are his wife, daughter, descendants, ancestors,
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