I was thinking more about this thread. I see it's been humming along quite nicely. I liked roachboy's story, though he had a good source tale to base it on.
Anyway, the thought I had recently was this: If you live in a nation where personal freedom hinges on whether you have access to fully automatic weapons, perhaps it's time to get out.
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
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