My life for Aiur...

Less than a month has passed since my friend has died. Name was Yuriy, though I always named him "Shrike" - his StarCraft nickname.
To tell you the truth, I am drained by telling the story of "how did that happen to such a brilliant and promising young guy", so that I cannot possibly tell it once more.

All I can tell you is that his death was an accident. "A stupid accident" as people call it. Perhaps it is more comfortable to think that death works based on randomizator, taking the lives left and right, so that you don't take the responsibility for your own life and death. Come on, you aren't even involved in the process of defining who shall die today!

However, I don't believe it anymore. Death is not stupid. Every person lives his or her own life the way he or she likes it - and deals with the consequences. This life can be either fully conscious or be not, the person can accept the concept of "fate", or "dao", or can not, the person can be ready for death or be not - all that don't matter for death. One day, it will come, and you'd better be ready.

What done is done, and what had happened - had happened.
My friend is gone, and I don't know whether he still exists somewhere or not. The memory still exists in myself, so you can say that, to some extent, he lives in me.

En Taro Adun, Shrike!