There is nothing but pain everywhere we look. Every corner of this wretched planet is filled with pain and pointless struggles. Every creature that has ever lived has been cursed to live on this hellish plane of existence and suffer the consequences of being born, and thus become evil and inflict more pain upon themselves and others. A never ending loop with no salvation. A cruel joke set up by the universe to make us pay for our sins that they themselves have forced us to commit. Mere humans we are. How could we ever endure such an unrelenting torture? There is naught but others. Souls dispersed and taught to roam reality in search of purpose. Yet this very purpose is elusive for most, nevertheless the trained mind sees. Our purpose is in others. The same others that procure evil to feed into the machine. The same others that indistinctively kill and indelibly scar our own. The purpose to endure the evil and seek the good in what seemingly is naught but an endless void of cursed emotions and hurtful acts. It is an impossibly difficult task. Yet we insist on trying. Our own perseverance, the quality no amount of tortures could ever take away from our souls.