(Editor's Note: I intended this as a sort of an introduction to my newest project on pro wrestling chronicling the tragic hero characters of Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels. But then I felt like it trivialized the ACTUAL death of Owen Hart. Since I deeply respect him, I decided to retract it as the intro for the project, but I think it had some merit, it is not particularly novel or anything. So I figured might as well post it.)
Throughout life, many odd and seemingly random events will remind us of our own mortality. As we seek to contribute to society and simultaneously enjoy the pleasures of life, we hope for an ending that is on our own terms. However, there are external forces at work disturbing our fairy tale incessantly. Sometimes, so violently that there is no recourse, illusion and reality had become permanently separated and shattered. In entertainment, this common, melancholy trope is tempered with a hope that human willpower can triumph over any physical, mental, or emotional inhibition.
But for now, I am looking to obtain immortality by plowing some fields and sowing my seed. ;) You think I could be serious for more than two paragraphs.
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