I was at a point where conversations like that really messed up with my painstakingly woven thought stream of nothingnesses.

Wouldn’t the joys of life lose all colour, if life was eternal?

Why must we overlook what we are most likely able to do?

Why should injustice, the darkness of justice, exist and not be an imperfect entry in a book unread for centuries? Until it is so forgotten, that no one remembers it was ever there.

Influence is like the tide. Sometimes it goes, sometimes, however, it comes.

As usual, however, those who strive to understand have no power to act.

I speak of the laws man has made, to make everyone lawful.

And then, whatever you yearn for may indeed become a weakness or an open wound... if you make it the only standard by which you live your life.