Will it matter long after I'm gone?

Once upon a time, there was a prince living at a white tower. He lived there so long that he forgot to feel. He watched the sun disappear into the fleecy pink clouds and all he did was shrug. He lay down on yards of satin that embraced him and all he did was shrug. Soon, the red of the roses that crawled to his window faded into white in his eyes, and the green of the trees was but a different shade of ash.

Yet all he did was shrug.