You can avoid all the dangers, live in isolation, hide from the world. You can seal the windows shut, wear a mask, talk to no one and do nothing. The castle on the hill seems safe. The self-imposed prison. The phantasm of the unassailable sanctuary.

But there’s no safe harbor, not in this life. No final refuge. Our fate is written before we’re born. To borrow from Johnny Cash, no matter what you do sooner or later god’s gonna cut you down.