Not the torturer will scare me, nor the body's final fall, nor the barrels of death's rifles, nor the shadows on the wall, nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain, is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless, unfeeling world.
?For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.?
Roger Waters
