“…The real damage is done by those millions who want to ‘survive.’ The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.”
Sophie Scholl
Sophie was anti-nazi which today would be anti-Trump here in America.
Sophie must have lived her life like a firecracker, one crack lasting a small portion of a second. Me, I’ll live my life like a sparkler. One of those old fashion sparklers made of wire. Four feet long and meant to stick in the ground. Neighbors and friends are all drunk on my booze and my fuck’n sparkler life is still lighting their path home. Yep, I’m working on it now. No little candle for me, and no torch either. One big fucking sparkler with a yuge explosion right at the very moment my fizzle expires. Or, I could just take my small life and live in peace. Fuck you SS.