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私はすべての創造のマスター、私は、私のマ スタ午前
      I am a lone wolf, but I feed on those around me. You may think you know me, but you probably never will. I've got no clarity or balance, nor the right frame of mind. There are splits in my skin, from what, I know not. I spend most of my time holed up in my den, all to comfortable with my life as it is. I lack discipline, empathy, courage, and stability, often I wonder why I have never acquired these traits. maybe I'm just not a real wolf yet. maybe I will never be a real wolf, will I stay a wolf pup for all my life? My fellow wolf friends are growing, why am I not? must I leave the forest, as so many of them have done? They seek the things they desire, but what of me? I desire nothing great enough to uplift me, to wake me from this half-slumber of wretched and unabashed sloth. My kin, the wolves, are known for their primal desire to hunt and secure the things they want. With relentless perseverance, the wolves have scoured the forest in an eternal hunt, for in this hunt, they find their own personal glory. Will I ever wake up?
When will my hunt begin?
      On this trail to wherever i am going, I stop to look around me. It's just a bunch of trees, just a bunch of fucking trees. Likewise, I am just a wolf, just a single fucking wolf. You? You're just a wolf, too. You're just as insignificant as every other living thing on Mother Earth, in this tiny spec of the universe. It seems quite dismal, often downright upsetting, to some. We seem to be forgetting that, in a universe this large, everyone playing a part in it is just as significant as they are insignificant.
You're still just a wolf, but that doesn't mean you aren't important.