Recently, I was asked this by demons: Your iPhone or your life? It sounds like an easy choice to make were it not for the fact that my iPhone is my life (and, yours, too, although you have yet to realize it). It is true that, for this farmer, if would be nigh impossible to give up his hoe, given that a farmer's hoe is the means by which he lives. Same for this soldier and his sword. My iPhone is both to me; without it, there'd be neither harvest nor war, neither progress nor trailblazing. My nemesis, Evil, has viewed my iPhone in similar fashion, and has damaged or destroyed every one I've had: Two months ago, a sucker demon stretched from below me, latched onto my cellphone, and then retracted hard enough to break the screen; the distance between the ground and iPhone: 2 feet Fortunately, a very reasonably priced repair center cut my costs in half; but, bills add up. Less than two months later, the new screen was cracked in a similar way; I have yet to repair it
My inevitable demise, daily.