In the words of Stephen Fry:
We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing – an actor, a writer – I am a person who does things – I write, I act – and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.
There lies a remarkable character in which we are moulded. The fondness to perpetually be a creature of function, an optimist. A treasured passion to rage through the odds, the hurdle that is pessimism. What might be the greatest challenge is, after all, choosing the pair of eyes we see our stellar world from. Be it through monocles, a masquerade mask, goggles, or the alternately 3D glasses, we are – without question – safer when we sway and grace the borders.