I look yet don't see all the answers for my endless storm of questions.
I wonder if killing does not solve a single thing, if it is an overused
measure.
I question why life must end eventually, if slowly, immediately or
paced.
I question why many find thrill in malevolent deeds, if groups should
find excitement in disobeying ethics.
I inquire if I should always help those close to me, even at the expense
of others.
I question why hate is so similiar to love, easy to show yet hard to
hide.
I ask for a better understanding of life, the motivation and reasoning
behind it.
I ask for the truths and treasures of non-doubtable knowledge, the
answers to all my questions
All this - all this perplexity and the questions without answers,
Question, wait, yet am impatient.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Ero, in the year 357 AF.