And as you argue over who deserves your trophies, I am living life.
As you plot and plunder for a bigger number, I am living life.
I will, doubtless, die sooner; but I will have lived longer, in the end, than you, my frightened friend.
So aim for those shiny, spineless(stars/celebrities/pawns), aim to be their equal; but I guarantee that you already are: they are the same as you: all capricious, venal cowards, pretending to seek truth on a path of fearful self-worship
