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Long ago, a storm was heading toward the city of Quin’lat. The people sought protection within the walls, all except one man who remained outside. I went to him and asked what he was doing. “I am not afraid,” he said. “I will not hide my face behind stone and mortar. I will stand before the wind and make it respect me.” I honored his choice and went inside. The next day, the storm came, and the man was killed. The wind does not respect a fool. Do not stand before the wind.
I deleted all my post history and burned my decade-old account to the ground. I have been actively avoiding everything Reddit, including search results, which has made the internet a bit of a nightmare to try and navigate.