Is it possible to go years without ever talking to a person? What about the countless months of crawling through mud in search of meager food and sleeping in stinking holes? Sanity is a spider, clinging to the trembling thread of the web and not knowing about my fingers reaching out to send it into my mouth...

By the standards of the Universe, our life is one breath. To say that we are of even the slightest interest to her is to overestimate our importance. But if the Universe has decided to choose you for some of its purposes, then it is better to use this and take everything you can, because the flight of your power will certainly end before you know it!

Why is it not given to everyone to see the original goodness in destruction? Or is there evil in creation? The forest cannot survive without fertilizers obtained thanks to the destructive power of fire. And if I’m wrong, then why is the blood of creation - water - the most destructive force in the world?

So, does this make sense if I myself am just an insignificant pawn of the Universe?
Knowledge! Knowing how to transform, the Universe. Destruction, creation, good and evil - all these are just pompous images that we come up with for true things that we cannot understand. Well, here's my hand. Tell me your secrets. I'm not afraid!

The worm knows only one thing with complete certainty - eat to survive. Whether it is loose earth or rotten meat, the worm burrows there and eats, eats and digs, following its only truth. Eat to live.
And now I was squeezing one of these with my lifeless fingers. He squirmed, trying to free himself. What is he thinking about? When I put him in my mouth and chewed his pinkish flesh, did he realize that he should NEVER devote his entire faith to a single ideal?

I have long struggled to understand a Universe that allows the destruction of an entire planet. What will win in this endless zone - destruction or creation? The only thing I knew for sure was that I shouldn’t put my faith on just one side of the scale. If you want to survive, maneuver in the middle.
Everyone else is a fanatic.
I am Gauldoth the Half-Dead. Your savior.