Страх — путь в хаос... Страх убьёт меня раньше врага...

Why are we by all creatures waited on? Why do the prodigal elements supply Life and food to me, being more pure than I, Simple, and further from corruption? Why brook'st thou, ignorant horse, subjection? Why dost thou, bull, and bore so seelily, Dessemble weakness, and by one man's stroke die, Whose whole kind you might swallow and feed upon? Weaker I am, woe is me, and worse than you, You have not sinned, nor need be timorous. But wonder at a greater wonder, for to us Created nature doth these things subdue, But their Creator, whom sin nor nature tied, For us, His creatures, and His foes, hath died.

Закрывают глаза беспомощные, сильные находят обходной путь и заставляют меня от бессилия собирать чистые листы протокола.

Rise, fall, down, rise again What don't kill you makes you more strong The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath What don't kill you makes you more strong