Wallop

"Wallop, sir, wallop! You don't wallop people in a well regulated city...

I'd just as soon be a pauper as posses a large fortune and have none of these enjoyments...

The man has only been any good to people he didn't know and after his death."


*Questions* Nostalgic about a future?...
About never knowing if we were any good to the present or even future humanity? Does it even matter? Our worry about our present impacts? Do we accept this turmoil today with the notion that tomorrow after we are gone we might have actually really done something worth the while? That hundreds of years later our mortal mundanity was actually immortally magnificent? How do we go about assessing this cruel conundrum? Is it about present fame or fortune? Or is it about simply knowing, giving us a peace of mind that our efforts were not in vain, but really for everyone, or at least someone in a different age of a different age trapped in the same repetitive situation? Is this how we transverse time?

On the more related note:
Again,
"The man has only been any good to people he didn't know and after his death."

So... Was the man ever really any good?

It does not even really matter, because it all comes down to personal preference:
Fortune or mental fortitude?