Aug 29, 2017 · 1 min read
Heroism is innate in all of us. That’s what I love about the species, even when weakness and contempt seem to envelop the whole world. The heroism that thrusts itself into every pool of darkness and searches for that human resilience with tireless resolve, and in its pursuit uncovers the finest gifts life in its all encompassing glory can yield — that heavenly Promethean fire of love and enlightenment — that is the joy that keeps me energetic in the struggles of existence.
