When your young life offered its first disaster, naturally it loomed large. After you’d survived dozens, you basically just told the next one to take… - Lois McMaster Bujold

And what goes on in the head of a walking dead man? Miles wondered. What personal failure could he possibly fear more than death itself?

Realize this, though. Half my genes run through your body, and my selfish genome is heavily evolutionarily pre-programmed to look out for its copies. The other half is copied from the man I admire most in all the worlds and time, so my interest is doubly riveted. The artistic combination of the two, shall we say, arrests my attention.

When the time comes to leap in faith whether you have your eyes open or closed or scream all the way down or not makes no practical difference.