Thats the spirit-one part brave,three parts fool.

Who is it who decides that one man should live and another should die? My life wasn't worth any more than his, but he's the one who's buried, while I get to enjoy at least a few more hours above the ground. Is it chance, random and cruel, or is there some purpose or pattern to all this, even if it lies beyond our ken?

I'm afraid I've degenerated into a bibliophile.

Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.

So the question becomes, If you are ever faced with this choice are you willing to die for what you believe in? For that is the only way you will deny him. [...] It's a difficult question and not one you can answer until you're faced with it. Keep in mind that many people have died for their beliefs; it's actually quite common. The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe.

If you wish to remain above the forces here, do not let anyone's approval dictate your actions