The excitement. The enthusiasm. The joy. It’s unmatched.

Everyday the same man could be seen sitting by a cheerful stream. He would point to the fish to tell them which way to go. They barely acknowledged him. One day, the man wasn’t there. And the fish just kept swimming.

The start of something new. The end of what was. Each beginning starts with an end.

I sleep standing up. No two patterns on my coat are the same. Who am I?

As long as I am convinced, as I am, that there are values worth more to me than my own life, I can not in sincerity argue that it is wrong to run the risk of death or to inflict death if necessary in the defense of those values. – Arthur Compton To inflict death…