"That is a nice picture you have taken. It captures your friends in this moment in time you know. That is what a photo is, a moment of time that you have chained."

"Amazing imagry that, don't you think? To lash a bit of history, to caputre the soul of chances meetings. But more then that, to remember what has come to pass."

"There are so many moment that I wish I could have captured like that but sadly I am not very skilled with photography. I have seen such sights to make you children weep but never captured them in anything other then sketches."

"They will define you, know that. My moments would read 'Forwards, forwards onto the dawn. The new day awaits, what are you waiting for just reach out and take it. Take it and become a legend. One spoken of for ten thousand years, one that history will remember even if only by the width of you back!'"

"I wonder what immortality you childern will achieve?"

In my youth I saw the world, as a man I showed people the world, and as an old man I inspired people to go out into the world and see what it had to offer. Let that be what is on my tomb stone.

In mongolia there is a mountain that is guarded and forbidin to outsiders. To trespass there is to be killed. i first set foot on the mountian by mistake, I was being chased by a jealous man who hated that a traveler had shown his sweetheart the world. I ran in the dark after he had tried to kill me and come close to succeeding. It was on the mountain that I sought my refuge. I could see it even in the dark.

Well once dawn came I started making my way down from where I had climbed and met one of the old men. He was shocked to see me and I could tell he was angry that I had trespassed so I did what any 'sane' man would have. I brought out the Whisky that I had taken from home and offered him a drink and the story of how I came to be there.

After I told him and shared the bottle with the old man and some of his friends we were quits. They asked me if I had taken anything from the mountian and I told them 'only a night of safe harbor and the tale to go with it.' The friends that I made told me that I should never forget the memories that I had of the place and I promised to send them some whiskey every year on the day. Sometimes I brought it my self but reciently I had it delievered because I could not make the journey on my own. I have writen them each year and told them of some adventure that I had.

They wrote back to me often over the years. Their children and their childrens children still remember me. That is Immortality!