Life is a battlefield in which no one knows who we’re fighting, what we’re fighting for, what we are fighting against, or even why we are fighting. The field is determined merely by where we stand. Participation is not mandatory. However, the battle rages on between the forces of vague and the essence of nonsense, regardless of participation.

Personally, I prefer a dance floor. Battles are tedious. Dodging bullets is way more fun when we do it while practicing the Flamenca.

Nevertheless, to break it down in a single sentence, “Life is a battlefield.”