The following has stuck to my cranial walls from the time my eyes fell on the words:
A legend of Classical times says that, so strong is the eye of the lion that its sight does not die with its owner.
The spirit of the words grabbed me by my gut.
Like an architect whose vision remains long after he himself is dead.
This image is of a 400-year old tower that stands even today in the courtyard of a temple. Eons ago, lamps were lit in the alcoves that you see all along the tower, casting light upon a village which wouldn't see electricity for the next couple of centuries; the light gave the villagers a sense of security, dispelling darkness. And the bell on the tip would tell the villagers the time of the day, every hour on the hour. The idea must've been conceived by the ruler. Today not many are sure who the ruler was, unless you take the effort to look into the history books, but everyone knows, sees and enjoys the tower.
As they say the vision remains long after the visionary is dead.
It is not about who is thinking.
It is about what they are thinking.
It is not about you.
It is about your thoughts.
It is not about leaving a piece of you on this earth when you go.
It is about changing a piece of the earth forever, when you go.
Like the eye of the lion that never dies.
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