It Is Called Love

Death is the one calamity that most intelligent life have to face, no matter how they try to evade it.

Generals who had been ever victorious, emperors whose rule stretched across all beneath the heavens, researchers who transcend the eras they were in… no matter who it was, no matter how outstanding the individual had been, all of them would feel helpless in the face of death.

Therefore, death—as well as the inability to gain immortality—were the reasons that all vulnerable mortals had to procreate, to give birth to the next generation, and to pass on their knowledge to their successors.

Because of death, all life guilty of selfishness would either be forced to or willingly choose sacrifice. Because of their fated end, and so as to not be forgotten, they would choose to pass on all that they were, giving it to their progeny or successors who would perpetuate their ideals—such was the initial form of legacies and education.