Made me think of the LOTR quote: "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that we are given."
I quote the fuck out of LOTR, or at least used to.
When my friend used to hang out w/ me (we had an Airing of Grievances and are no longer bros) I'd come out of the house and
"Smoke rises from the mountain of Doom. The hour grows late and Gandalf the Grey rides to Isengard seeking my counsel. For that is why you have come, is it notů my old friend?"
And I've probably asked "whats, taters? precious?" like every time since I've seen LOTR and have been around potatoes.