Death makes its own choices.

Has reasoning an order has a taste…

A man painstakingly plans for every detail, carefully lays the foundations, picks his moments wisely and adds the right pieces with gusto only to be confronted a turn before the end of the race by a stubborn, more dead than alive, old man.

He was in a strange, badly lit room, wearing even stranger clothes, getting an earful from an unknown woman, in a language that he could and couldn’t exactly place in a very disturbing way.
These were not his memories.

...making some noise in the woods is a thing that one can forget. The sound of a man’s voice on the other hand, is something else entirely.

If a stronger enemy is confidently relaxed for the night, leave him so. Disturbing him, in any manner, is bordering stupidity.

...choose your battles wisely and remember, what the heart knows, walks afar from reason. It simply is.