What does that mean? He died .. and what died? Did my appreciation died for Agor? Did my feeling died towards him? Towards the companion? Did the memory of his ideas died? Did that work itself die? Did those feelings wake up in me extinguish? Did that image that I drew for him erased in my mind? The image of the valiant and honorable man? Did all this die? No, that, in my view, never dies. I know that, and it seems to me that we rush a lot when we say about a person, he died. His lips have died, but his words were not alive, and will remain forever, alive in our hearts
by Maxim Gorky
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"What does that mean? He died... and what died? Did my appreciation for Agor fade? Did my feelings towards him and the companion disappear? Did the memory of his ideas vanish? Did his work come to an end? Did the feelings I once had wane? Was the image I drew of him—the brave and honorable man—erased from my mind? Did all of that die?"

He explains that death doesn't truly erase a person. While their physical presence is gone, their words, ideas, and memories remain alive forever in our hearts. We often underestimate that the essence of someone endures past their mortal life, through the impact they've left behind, like the enduring influence of their deeds and ideas."

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