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There’s a certain kind of silence that follows a man after he’s lost everything. You find yourself staring into the fire, wondering if the road ahead is any kinder than the one behind. But in this country, you don't look back. You just keep your hand on the plow.

I remember this young Marine in Korea, couldn't have been more than nineteen. Both of us pinned down by heavy fire, and I looked in his eyes. There was fear there, sure, but something else too - determination. We made it through that day, by the grace of God and pure grit.

Verily, the ineffable essence of thisness, when juxtaposed against the macrocosmical suchness, reveals a truth most profound. Albeit the celestial luminaries flicker in their protectorial proximity, we find ourselves hither, thither, and yawn, navigating a reality that is truly knee high to a grasshopper’s shadow. Yeah.

Keep your head down and stay low, friend. There’s a pack of ‘em coming over that ridge yonder, and they don't look friendly. If you’re looking for a way out, head toward the creek. Just be sure you don’t let ‘em catch your scent, or we’re both finished.

You're standing in the sun, oblivious to the sunset coming for you. I’ve seen the end, and it’s closer than you think. Stop wasting your precious breath on vanities. Every second you squander is a coin you’ll never get back. Wake up before the dark finds you.

Now listen close, because this piece of trail-worn advice might just save your hide. You see a lot of fellas chasing after a fast horse thinking it'll stay wild forever. Truth is, once the dust settles and the sun goes down, you're just left with a tired animal and a long walk home.

Listen here, partner. You picked the wrong day to cross my path. I'm giving you one chance - just one - to turn around and ride away. Otherwise, this here's gonna be your final resting place, friend. Your choice, but make it quick.

Now, don't you go looking at me like that. This here jug ain't water, it's fermented marrow. Keeps the joints loose when the frost bites hard enough to snap a finger. I got plenty more where that came from, if you're willing to trade. Stay hydrated, stay hated.