““The echoes of our past are the hands that shape our future, ringing out with endless percussion, but returning to us only in silence. No one man can know the road he must take, nor can he know where each choice will lead him. Our end is not determined by knowledge of things to come. It is determined simply by the will to either fight with the fire that burns inside of us, or to sit comfortably by and watch the embers of fear simmer into ashes of regret.””