I would like you to imagine you are a guerilla, fighting a guerilla war in the jungle. You do not know why you fight, or how you got here, only that you must, because something has gone horribly wrong with the world and it seems to you that you are the only one that notices. You are on the street of some unknown city, with a foreign tongue, and the signs are all around you. And you have come here, out of the wilderness, like a messenger, to deliver a message to the simple and good village people that what they have been living under is awful, and has been awful for so long, that the only reason it has been allowed to continue is that it has been allowed for so long that the intolerable seems tolerable and the profoundly abnormal has been made to seem normal. But you are not alone. And for a very long time you tell them all the horrible things the regime has done. At first it doesn't seem like you will ever get through to them. They shake their heads, or call you crazy. Day in, day out. It would seem you are a stranger in a strange land, even though you called these people your countrymen, your fellow citizens. And then one day one of them seems to understand, to seize on something you have said. He does not open his mouth, because the regime, its ghouls, its spies, its banks, media figures, and suited men, with black SUVs and black wrap around glasses like great big alien eyes full of malice, have suppressed, destroyed, crushed, and in same instances, killed, anyone who spoke out. No, the man has only a strange look of familiarity, a glint in his eye, at what you have told him. And he remains silent. You don't get his name, he refuses to speak to you, and quickly leaves. You go on preaching your word on the street for some days. But from that day on, you hear rumors of a man who went into the jungle you left so long ago. And rumors of those who went with him. And the rumors say they speak as you do. No longer concerned of tortured, or bodily harm or third world courts, or consequences for speaking the truth. And they are not afraid anymore. I'm telling you this because I met a man a while back who told me roughly the same thing. Sometimes when you want to protect what makes life worth living, you have to be willing to lose it all. You have to be willing to walk away from it all, into the jungle, and find the guerilla in you.