Where there is entrenched opposition in every direction and the only way out is through, a brave army hurtles toward hurt in the hope that everything gets worse before it gets better. Some of them may make it, but none will come through unscathed. They carry no weapon but persistence, and no goal greater than reaching the other side. Never has cannon fodder had such poor odds and wealth of zeal, but ask them why and they cannot articulate a reply. It’s just something they need to do.
Posted by Sir Cucumber at 8:10 AM on Monday, January 25, 2010