The days of my life have vanished like smoke, and my bones are parched like ash, and yet all my impurities be as fuel for that fire. Until nothing remains, but the night alone.
If you have given up your heart in the pursuit of your goals, you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast. To be a beast is perhaps bearable, although the man who has become one will surely pay a price in the end. What if you should gain your object? What if you should, heartless, actually fullfil your dreams? If there is naught but darkness in your heart, what could you do except degenerate from beast to monster?
On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'round.
And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found.
The head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one alone.
She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone.
