Maybe we are outnumbered and there's no hope. Many of us are disheartened, wounded, and the odds seem insurmountable. Is there any place in this world for compassion and unity? I don't know. What I do know is that if I'm doomed anyway, I'd rather fight with every ounce of strength I have left so that when the fossilized femur of my enemy is dug up millennia from now, some alien archeologist is going to see my teeth marks there and think wow, I sure wouldn't have wanted to mess with that one.
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