It’s now crystal clear that only extreme pressure and perfectionist discipline can purify the spirit, and that finest qualities are born like supernovas  – in total despair – and that every partial misfortune accentuates the sole ability to even recognise joy. And what? The whole trick is to channel their microkinetic movements into our own vitalities without them even noticing. Have you ever considered that clinging to others, suckling on their ideas, and overwriting their experiences can actually do them more good than harm? It may not be the most favoured sentiment, but those weaklings will probably bow down to some other entity sooner or later.