Is fate a cycle, or does it stretch ahead? I don't really know, and it has nothing to do with me. I'm just crushed sand, utterly unremarkable. No matter how hard I leap, I can't make anyone turn back to look. But people live on in the memories of others, don't they? When everyone ignores you, you cease to exist. All I can do is call myself a fool. Unable to be a green leaf, I can only be the dirt beneath a flower, stumbling along and meekly accepting whatever comes...
Ah, well. All I can do is stare with my eyes open and dream of flying through the sky.
Life is like being raped by another eunuch. Resistance is pain. No resistance or pain/