Oh, how frivolous death truly is. I no longer fear the quietus that will one day consume me. Death is no more than the punctuation on the end of our tragic tale. It's no more than a remedy for humanity. Humanity is the grossest display of intelligence. The most grotesque example of curiosity. To call our species remarkable would be a scourge upon the word. We taint the very things we love, and incubate hate. I take great umbrage in knowing my meaningless existence was spent as a human. The contumely we have towards ourselves is enough to shed light on how excessively horrible we really are. I am engulfed in wanhope, infected with despair.