"When I was born those Giants that shaped the map and cut it to portion were already long gone. They had all faded and the new ones that rose through an age of strife were showing that they had grown tired of war. Then it came up again and the world was thrown into chaos once more."
"The time that I grew up in was one of terror where the thought of annihilation falling from the sky was ordinary. We lived in fear and the worst part was that we knew that if it came there was nothing that could be done about it. That is why my generation worked so hard to ensure that the world would remain. Because we felt the wait of being able to destroy it in a afternoon."
"Children gather round because I am about to tell you what it means to run with the pack and what it means to go solo. I have done both in my life and I much prefer the former to the latter."
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Back in my hotrod days we had this tendency to trick out our rides and cruse along the backroads. We would race but it was all about the freedom that was around. We love going fast and enjoying ourselves with the wind in our hair.
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One day a girl that I knew ended up getting in a wreck and braking both her arms. Well be pulled her out of the car and took care of her, after all she was one of us. How could we not at least try. She ended up being OK after everthing was said and done but she caried those scars for the rest of her life. What suprised us was that she was never scared after it happened. When asked she only responded that if anything were to go wrong we would make sure she was safe so why should she be worried.
In the 70's I was rock climbing and ended up getting caught out in the rain. Let me tell you that the rain is the last place you want to be when you are climbing up the face of a mountian. The rock becomes slick and evey you ropes become water loged and heavy. You really feal the weight of the climb aftet the rains have come.
I found a crevice where I could hunker down well enough and waited out the water. It rained for hours and the whole time I was getting more and more cold and tired. When it was done I did not try to finish the climb. I repelled down the mountian as much as I could and tried ot make it to the base. One slip up and I would have died.
That is what going alone is.
The needle edge between life and death.
One mistake to tip the scales.