Being remembered for eternity is an interesting proposition; an ideal of god-like proportions. The outcomes for many fade to black, that is a countless march in mediocracy to the fate of forgetful dust to which we descend.
The inward journey of nullity or nihilism (take your pick) is but a metaphor for the truth-claim that matters. Or natters? Prosperity, in a roundabout way, is anything but a field sport or mathematical equation. Experience matters despite the rhetoric to define consciousness through an algorithm.