....The unknown is forever a thorn which you must pick out and keep feeling at it even long after it has heales.... The thought, that sensation is only in your head.

It's all mental, you fight the "evil" and you make the choice, not the "evil" making the choice and picking you. It's been planted like a seed in your head; growing, cultivating, expanding, transforming and finally adapting to your sense of you. And what happens when you don't know who you are? What is your purpose? Why are you here? Are you happy? Satisfied? Are you living? Or are you subtracting rapidly the years of your life so that not even death is sure of the exact time you will stop existing? Death's getting angry. Doesn't like working more than it has to; it's thinking of cutting your life short... Soon, it will come unexpectedly......