I came to the realisation last night of how futile life is. We try, then we die. Five words to sum up one giant mystery. It's tragic.
What was it that Proximo says? "We are but shadows and dust, Maximus; shadows and dust!"
...dot com bold typeface rhetoric. You go clickety click and get your head split. 'The hell you look like on a message board Discussing whether or not the Brother is hardcore?
