Risk everything. There’s nothing to a life lived safe and sane; everyone living that kind of life thinks they’re onto something great but they’re just a bunch of lonely miserable fucks that’d rather live an inconsequential life, work 9-5 for 35 years, fall asleep nightly worrying about their retirement plans, and then they wake up 65 years old, to old to fuck or fight or live. Then they go on trips around the world and stand in front of art and statues and say ‘ooooh’ and ‘ahhhh’ and not once consider that if they took a risk they too could have contributed something great to another person or to mankind. But it’s too late, because now you’re old and infirm and you can’t have anything like the thoughts and energy you had when you were young. The greatest use of life is to spend it for something that will outlast it. Risk everything.