Countries may rise and fall; their leaders’ exploits are forgotten, but the land remembers those who define it. Just as we are, it is inevitably defined by the greatest of its creations. Brilliant philosophies are subsumed into the public consciousness to become ethical guidelines, and fine art inspires those who gaze upon it, though they may never fully understand why. Heroes are loved long after those whose aspirations they served have crumbled to dust.

But where does the line lie, between aspirations of fame, and actions of greatness? How does one fill that great name, by which the land remembers?
Some are Born Great. Some Achieve Greatness.

Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them.

Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them

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