"The Old Father rolled the skein of your life a long time ago. Your fate is sealed. The weave is set. Go and hide in a hole if you wish but you will not live one moment longer. Fear profits a man nothing. Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly screaming: WHAT A RIDE!!!!"
--anonymous, so far as I know
--anonymous, so far as I know
