"From the moment we crawl from the viscera of the womb we are fated to die, destined to return to dust and bone. No alternative. No choice of outcome. Do we cower in anticipation of arbitrary end or embrace fire and unlimited, transient life? That is the only choice. Live in defiance and acceptance of our dying, or live in fear of it. When the end comes I will kiss it full on the mouth and I will say, well lived, me"
Rich Oliver
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