They say that lightening never strikes the same place twice.
Everyone knows that if you can’t see or can ignore it, it won’t be a problem.
Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Every second that goes by is a chance to change something.
Adventure is a tragedy that just doesn’t happen.
It’s only impossible until it isn’t.
“Dear Madam: I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, Abraham Lincoln.”
I realize he probably didn’t write it, but I still like it. And I still detest the fact that people are still losing sons, brothers, husbands, and all their loved ones. When will it be time to do something? When will things change?
I feel a little wicked, a little bit like I belong in High School forever, an ounce guilty, a little more satisfied, a lot more confident, and fucking vindicated. I don’t know if I’ll explain later.