I’ve been thinking a lot about Life and Death during the past twelve hours. When something surrounds and madly engulfs your entire existence, you can’t help but give it more than just casual consideration. Life is fluid. Some 90% of what we are is made up of water. Without this precious liquid we are nothing. We cease to exist. We’re dead. This water’s carried around in thin-skinned sacks. We must all be insane to race recklessly about in world filled with so many sharp and pointed dangers. That’s just asking for trouble.