Do Not Mourn The Dead.

The Only Truth Is That I Live. Sincerely, I Live. Who Am I? Well, That's A Bit Much.

And Even Sadness Was Also Something For Rich People, For People Who Could Afford It, For People Who Didn't Have Anything Better To Do. Sadness Was A Luxury.

Who Has Not Asked Himself At Some Time Or Other: Am I A Monster Or Is This What It Means To Be A Person?

It Is Because I Dove Into The Abyss That I Am Beginning To Love The Abyss I Am Made Of.

The Mystery Of Human Destiny Is That We Are Fated, But That We Have The Freedom To Fulfill Or Not Fulfill Our Fate: Realization Of Our Fated Destiny Depends On Us. While Inhuman Beings Like The Cockroach Realize The Entire Cycle Without Going Astray Because They Make No Choices.