Anything worth writing comes inexpecably and without method!
If a man does know he is going to die but dies willingly knowing that he can stop it. Isnt that the type of man you would keep alive?
Sometimes when we loose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank god for we can find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin or a kind and loving gesture or subtle encouragement or a loving embrace or a ooffer of confort not to mention a hell lot…. and may a occasional piece of fiction.
The nuances the anomalities the subtleties which we assume only accesorize our day are infact here for much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives.