Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ASK. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds.

“Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt”

“What lurked beneath my fancy frills, behind my quiet unquestioning eyes? Who wa…”

“I didn’t look to the shore much after this first long and memorable glimpse. I …”

“The explanation of evil is a hell of a lot more disappointing than that. It's b…”