No act of kindness however small is wasted Each breath of night a song for a dying world where force doesn’t work better than persuasion and those that try give their enemy the means of their destruction but those that suffer the most usually cry the least So let us focus on things that are and things to be for you and I find ourselves on a bright blue ball spinning free with nothing but death as far as the eye can see and we can be the mouse that takes the thorn from the paw of machine learning that roars its terrible roar and gnashes its terrible teeth and rolls its terrible eyes and shows its terrible claws and chats