Defiance.

And, though it happens from time to time, one does not plan for Apocalypse, or genocide, but for the long run.

If Apocalypse comes, all bets will be off, anyway. It's like factoring a heart attack or a road accident in your plans. You just live and fight.

Because if it comes, we're all under. Social networks and IP addresses will see to that.

I live and I love as an act of defiance. I defy the cars when I cross the road. I defy the heart attack when it comes. I defy apocalypse. I have had an abridged version in the last two years.

I live, I love.

And not even the words on this blog will endure under the Iron Heel (you read that, I presume)