My memories are like gold in a wallet given by the devil: you open it, and there are dry leaves.
Jean Paul Sartre
Over the centuries, people all argue and argue what is there, on the other side, separating the present and oblivion. But the essence of the other question does not change, what we will think about in the last moments. What will come before our eyes the moment the lamp of life goes out in us.
To leave behind as much good as possible, so that, at least in the memory and hearts of people, eternity remains.