The only time I really feel alive is when I know death is coming for everything I have and everything I am. All things lead to dust, and no matter how attached we are to things and people, they all end up in the same place. Stare into death's crater-filled face, into that void, and live free my friends. Find some comfort in that permanence and know the consequences of your attachments. We all live in Clock Town but almost none of us perceive the moon descending right above us. Time is running out.