The 614th Mitzvot: You must never again allow yourself to be helpless.

"Take my love, take my land,

take me where I cannot stand--

I don't care, I'm still free;

you can't take the sky from me.

Take me out to the black,

tell them I ain't coming back.

Burn the land and boil the sea,

you can't take the sky from me.

There's no place I can be

since I found serenity,

but you can't take the sky from me."

--Firefly, Joss Whedon

I am so small, but so full of the things around me and in me.

If It Looks Suspicious, It's Best To Shoot It Just In Case

I have never felt so protective of another person before, nor have I ever felt so aggressively retributive. It has put me in a somewhat volatile state. So I think it's only fair to issue a warning of sorts:

This is a post to two people who will never read it, whom I have never met. This is just to say that you made a grave error on Monday night. This is to say that you have made dangerous and armed enemies. This is to say that the crimes you committed are between you and God. And this is to say--most importantly--that if you ever cross my path, I will arrange that meeting, and I hope He is more merciful than I'll be.