I've never lost perspective on who I am. Well, maybe briefly, but generally I'm pretty balanced.
The acceptance of death gives you more of a stake in life, in living life happily, as it should be lived. Living for the moment.
Honor the community you come from. Tell their stories.
They build machines they can't control, and bury the waste in a great big hole.
I exist in a state of almost perpetual hysteria.
I can't really change my life to accommodate people who are jealous. I don't see why I should.