You study the histories of some long-forgotten nation for three-dozen years and believe, without doubt, that it is the most important thing in the world. And though there is no-one else who can even name this place, you know, instinctively, that it is worthy of your entire life. And then you meet her, and with her first smile you’ve forgotten a dozen kings. And when you learn her name, it eclipses the deeds of an entire legion of heroes. And by the end of your first drink, old conflicts are forgotten; the sacrifices of a thousand thousand sons dissolves with your ice-cubes. And at the end of the night you remember only that once upon a time, there was a place.
But it does not matter.
For you have found the most important thing in the world.