A man is like a stone thrown into water; its ripples and effects will be known equally to the very edge.

However, after the ripples and effects subside; everything is as before. Calm returns and it is as if he hadn't been that stone at all.

His legacy can only live on in what was written and shaped by him in the memory of others left behind after he has gone.

To himself he is still there; deep down below the surface influencing and interfacing with all.