Granted. Everyone starts thinking how precious everything around them is. Non-stop! Honestly, the whole world now sounds like a horde of Gollums: everywhere you go, people keep pointing at things and saying "myyyy .... preciousssss". It's kinda creepy, really.
I wish that Darth Vader was my father. 
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)