To be progressive is to have the courage to try to see through the fog of doubt that blocks the path forward, make out what is yet to come, in a journey where others focus their gaze on what is and what was.
Such is the inescapable nature of truth, it is like traveling in a circle, in running from away from it one is also simultaneously running towards it once again. The nature of the journey never changes, just the man making it.
It is a fool that fears death, death has always been destination, the same of destination that my forefathers had, the same destination my descendants will have. It is same destination of men great and men small. Death is certain. What is not certain is life, the things I will do before that final rest, the journey that will lead me to it. it is what will set me apart from the others, the very thing that will make me unique and alone from the rest of humanity,where death binds me to it. It is the wise that comes to fear life.