What’s your sign? If somebody looks at my profile to the right here, they will see that my sign is a scorpio. That is mentioned not by me, but by the computer that read my birthdate info required, and automatically assigned me a sign. If I could choose my own sign, it might be the St Andrew’s Cross, or the chi-ro, or a thistle. I detest the very idea that anybody would think of me in terms of an astrological sign. That does not make me. I am not a product of the season I was born in. What makes me would be my choices. I was born into an environment—a time, an era, a place, a milieu—but what I chose to take from all that is what I am.

So let us all then choose wisely. We choose every day what we will be in the obituary, in the minds of those who think about us long after we are gone over into that next place. We choose on the basis of our morality. We must choose, though, between two moralities, and we cannot make up our own, regardless of Rousseau, who said, “All the morality of our actions is the judgment we pass on them ourselves.” Wrong. There are two moralities: morality and immorality. We can choose life and freedom, or captivity and death. And the choices are evidenced in the clothes we put on in the morning, the music we choose to listen to, the stuff we search for on the Internet, the words we use to, with, for, about, against others.