The old man stared at him and sighed: "You look in pain."
"Is it painful because the scab has not been dug out?"
"No, it's because there are no scabs." He paused. "You have forgotten that you are not human. You have no blood, no wounds, and no scabs. All you have is engine oil, just gaps, and nothingness."
"Then why do you feel pain?"
"Because the one who made you wanted you to be human."
"Are people just miserable?"
"Only those who are sad are miserable. Are you made of sadness?"
Intention: Man is superior to life and death, just as freedom is superior to pain.