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When They'd Been On The Run, With Death Maybe Lying In Wait Around Any Corner, They Had Never Been More Alive. When Each Day Might Be Your Last, It Made A Big Difference. You Couldn't Maintain That State Forever, Of Course; The Stress Would Eat You Alive, But Putting Yourself At Risk Did Bring Out Your Best-or Your Worst

He Had Regrets, Of Course, But Not So Many That He Would Lose Any Sleep Over Them. Life Surprised Him Now And Then And He Didn't Much Care For Surprises, Unless He Was Passing Them Out. But - What Was To Be Done? You Had To Deal With The Reality, He Had Learned That Over The Years, No Matter How Much You Didn't Like It

You Can't Embrace Your Whole Life If You're Shut Down. I Found Out That I Can't Just Run Away And Shut Down. I'm Losing The Rest Of My Life Doing That.

He'd Once Heard A Story About A Monastery On The Top Of Some Mountain In Japan Or Somewhere. After A Long Trek In The Cold To Get There, The Monks Would Offer To Sell You A Cup Of Coffee. You Had A Choice: There Was A Two-dollar Cup - Or A Two-hundred- Dollar Cup. When Pressed To Explain The Difference, The Monks Were Reported To Say, 'a Hundred And Ninety-eight Dollars.'

Well. There Was Noting To Be Done For It. Things Had Happened As They Did, Time's Arrow Had Yet To Be Reversed By Humans, Done Was Done. If A Man Spent His Life Looking Over His Shoulder At Every Possible Branching Of His Path He Could Have Taken, He Would Never Accomplish Anything. One Must Learn From History So As Not To Repeat It, But One Must Not Waste One's Energy Or Time Worrying About What Might Have Been. Sorry . . . But People Die Every Day And The Galaxy Continues On Quite Well Without Them. Consider Yourself Lucky You Are One Of Those As Yet Unselected By The Fates.