Actually, in the sense that I go to work, partly the bills, and try not to make waves... yes, I am ok. But in the sense that even the spiritually strong (think: libertarians) seem to be preoccupied with power and dominion, I often feel the need to set the record straight regarding the nature of fear, and whether or not pacifists choose their course out of cowardice, or whether or not they just believe that the logical conclusion of their ideology doesn't result in the very slavery and coercion that they seem to despise... essentially, it doesn't matter what mask power and sadism wears, exploitation and conquest are abstractions that people embrace, without realizing that those that live by the sword die by it, and to the extent that my existence is material, I can just as easily pass my life to my pradator, and be experientally no worse of than I currently am...while I could just as easily dismiss those who are cagey and defensive as a matter of survival as being prisoners of their own fear, and establishing a paradihm for existence that is miserable andhopeless as that which is experienced by their "prey".... If I am flesh, and as flesh, I experience reality, can I not choose the message that will be absorbed by those that would consume my flesh... a somersault from a cliff performed as a testament of trust in my creator would be the only thing that one could draw from my death... sure, there is music and love, but suppose that fear has arrested my mind to the point where nothing else will likely be manifest? If they want my life, dfuck em. I will destroy my frame because it proves unviable, but the matter that i am composed will bear the memory of my existence (would you eat heroin tainted meat?)