We fight the currents of time as if the will to live is buried deep within the marrow of our bones. It drives us to survive, to seek out refuge when we are beaten and defeated, to humble ourselves before our glorious return. We are fighters through and through, until the bitter end. Until the very last breath we take. We must never forget our roots, our primitive survival instinct, to forever prolong our species, our very own lives. This is the way we survive, how we always have.