Loneliness is a darkness of the soul

And in that sliver of time, I felt the power around me coalesce, malice-hard and sharp as crystal. That this analogy occurred to me should have been a warning.

I'm tired of being what everyone else has made me," I said. "I want to be myself." "Don't be a child." I looked up, startled and angry, though of course there was nothing to see. "What?" "You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I'm tired of your whining.

You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.

There is no logic to grief.

Determination could easily become obsession.

They live forever. But many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think they bother with us? We teach them life's value.