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When you look death in the eye and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible.
I am more than the sum of my fear.
It was simple. It was complex. It was savage; it was elegant. It was a dance; it was a war. It was finite and eternal. It was life.
My anger is greater than the sum of all lost things.
“A naïve, thick-headed, stereotypical jock who thinks he’s God’s gift to the world when he isn’t thinking the world is God’s gift to him.”

