When the light fades
When the darkness prevailed
Still, there is a hope
Like setting sun rising again

Now, do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?

The time is gone when mere accidents could still happen to me; and what could still come to me now that was not mine already? What returns, what finally comes home to me, is my own self and what of myself has long been in strange lands and scattered among all things and accidents.

I used to do a lot of fencing in the theater and a lot of horse riding in the early days, so I&#39;m used to it in a way. If you&#39;re classically trained like I am, it&#39;s a little bit like mother&#39;s milk to me. I enjoy it.

Written By Brian Cox

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