Cowards die many times before their death, scavenging on lands, that were given to them by either a wise man or a big bang. Liars lie many times before their death, sinning in glass houses where everything is seen, by either the naked or the blind eye. Men walk the meadows in search of treasure, as pirates would the sea. Challenging the lifeless, to a battle of wits and braun. And women, fertile and plentiful- pay the tab the waiter leaves, as the noble men sit in the cigar room discussing politics. Et tu, Brute? Yes.