30 Apr 2012
Sooner than later you will die, against all odds. All the powers of the world cannot stop you, and none will dare to beat you in that race. It's a triumph meant wholly for you. When you, then, stand alone at the line, swelling in pride, and look back, you will realise how much you ran in vain and how foolish your pride is! There's no going back; it was a stroll and you wasted it in running.