Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.

First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die.

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

Like a monkey, ready to be shot into space. Space monkey! Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good.

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.