Life and death are strange things. When you look at your hands, do you think of the lives you give or take with them? Do you feel as if many lives rest upon your shoulders? Or do they end with your hand? Are you a saint? Are you a heathen? Of course not. Existence cannot be defined by such generalizations. We all live in a complex web of life, and affect it in our own ways. When we throw our stone into the water, how big will the ripples be?
What is truly more powerful and destructive; action, or idleness? Words, or silence?
PS: I'm very ADD, so I forget about things fast. Sharzademar, back again!
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Stop Dr. Uwe Boll