There, I would repeat to myself "This is where I will die!", but the truth is I don't know. And that's alright and if I can live with that fact, that confining morose feature of life then the time that goes by, slow yet countable days; I will be alright.

The darker, the deeper. The deeper, the closer to truth. Something valuable is at the end, perhaps a virtue. All I know is, it's unknown and I want it. I want to know.