Everything will fade. Structures once considered great will fall to the ground. Nature will reclaim the earth. The water will wash away the things we once held dear and the winds will carry away our memories. Who cares if your name is remembered for all time? What is the point of infamy? We learned about an Egyptian king that had a once great statue dedicated to him, but not it is just a big pile of rock. He was not remembered on respect, but instead his death was surly celebrated. I think this taught me a lot about the side effects of being a jerk. Yes, everyone will know your name, and probably fear you, but no one will miss you once you have left. "Is it not better to be feared than loved?" (The Queen of Hearts.)
It is much better to be loved, because eventually, those who fear you, will leave you. They will rise up and say, "Down with the bloody big head!" and your rain of terror will be over.
It is much better to be loved, because eventually, those who fear you, will leave you. They will rise up and say, "Down with the bloody big head!" and your rain of terror will be over.