For darkness terrifies. It swallows you, warps you, nullifies you. Who alive can possibly profess confidence in darkness? In the dark, you can't see.

Each memory was now the shadow of a shadow of a shadow. The only thing that remained tangible to him was the sense of absence.

We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.

We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.