I'm just a passing stranger. Man can't prevent the inevitability of death, humans know this instinctively. When facing the the end of mortality, all men can do is mourn and shed a tear. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone, or on the lives of other people. This deep desire exists in everyone, from the boy who scribbles on a wall to the Buddha who etches his image in the race mind.
Life is so unreal.
I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do. When you sacrifice your life, you must make fullest use of your weaponry. It is false not to do so, and to die with a weapon yet undrawn.