Submission is the greatest honor a man can achieve. To find some undeniable object of superiority in this world is such a magnificent idea. To endure violence and humiliation is nothing, if at the end, one can find something worthy of submitting to. And should this superior force not remain as such, rather than becoming a thing to be conquered, it should be a great memory. Indeed, a memory of submission is so much more dense than a memory of conquest. It sings wildly of itself, while the memory of conquest dwindles in search of more conquest.