thinking is all mixed up. It’s men, not causes, who will exist some place forever.”1 Or, to put it in the words of C. S. Lewis, in The Weight of Glory: “There are no ordinary people. You’ve never talked to a mere mortal. It is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, exploit—immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.” So it’s people, not cultures, who last forever. Just that simple observation should tell me if I want to invest my life into something permanent and not passing, somehow