We are born, we are shadows, we cast shadows of our own, and then we are gone. - Hugh Howey

lies could spawn more lies, each offspring bigger than its parent.

The short-term rage to be sated at the end of a barrel was too easy to act on. Staving off extinction required something else, something with more vision, something impossibly patient.

Health and understanding seem to intersect in one’s forties, the one peaking as the other begins its slow ascent. Maybe you’ll know one day what you should’ve taken the time to appreciate.