Better to die with honor than to live with shame. in anticlimatic

I keep trying to imagine what it would be like to suddenly arm up with rifles and head downtown to defend the neighborhood from invading killers armed with their killing machines. I wonder if I would fight honorably or hide in fear if it came to it. I suppose it would depend what exactly was at stake. Everything? I suppose I would more likely fight than not.

What’s to lose in acting if everything is lost to not acting? One’s life I suppose, but what exactly is one’s life? I find it strange that we are both objects- our bodes are physical and tangible meat machines- but also supposedly more than objects- “personalities,” or “souls” if you’re religious or “spiritual” enough to operate with such descriptive language. The idea that a person is more than just an object, and worth more respect than other objects because of the inherit value and superiority of this special- completely intangible, completely unmeasurable- “Human Person Unique Magic Soul Being Entity Thing.”

And this we believe more in, than what we actually physically objectively are- objects and fevered animals.

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