When I look back on what I’ve learned from history, two main categories jump out at me in relation to the remembrance of names. The first is those who try to increase the size of their name, usually by means of gaining and forcing power on people. The other is those whom, like Steve, develop a dislocated heart for a certain cause or persons and spend their life sacrificing for them.
My friend Ted brought my attention to
Then there is Achilles’ rival, Hector, a true king. Hector is forced to battle through circumstances he could not have controlled. He fights valiantly, not for himself, but for his family and the people he is called to protect. I want to be Hector. 99% of the time, I feel like I am Achilles. I am embarrassed when I really reflect on how much energy I spend pondering how to make my name remembered for my own sake. Most of the time, this all happens subconsciously. But it is there.
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Hey Luke...what about the third category represented by Paris, the young man transitioning into manhood a slave to his passions, wrestling with responsibility, learning what it means to be a man of nobility from his older brother. I think in many ways there is a generation of “Paris’s” without “brother’s” to follow.
And thanks for the letter too…got it. I’m going to try and compile something similar for “The Way of the Wild Heart”, when I’m done I’ll send you one if you want.
Yeah Ted, you bring up a great thought about Paris. I should go back and watch the movie with that in mind. How many of us feel more like Paris than Achilles or Hector?
Please do send me your page whenever you create it. I would love to see it.
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