Our situation has the disaffected beauty of a chess game.
In this present moment we are either smaller than we once were or else are on our knees.
Part of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.
There's no such thing as quitting. Just sometimes there's a longer pause between relapses.
Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.