Love is the one force that cannot be explained, cannot be broken down into a chemical process. It is the beacon that guides us back home when no one is there, and the light that illuminates our loss. Its absence robs us of all pleasure of our capacity for joy. It makes our nights darker and our days gloomier. But when we find love no matter how wrong, how sad, or how terrible we cling to it. It gives us our strength. It holds us upright. It feeds on us and we feed on it. Love is our grace. Love is our downfall.
Hunger is the most important thing we know, the first lesson we learn. But hunger can be easily quieted down, easily satiated. There is another force, a different type of hunger, an unquenchable thirst that cannot be extinguished. It’s very existence is what defines us, what makes us human. That force is love.
We have become overconfident as a species. We ignorantly believed in our primacy over all else, over all other species, over our planet itself. Will we perish under our own greed and selfishness? Or will we overcome and survive? A short time ago, our current reality was beyond imagination. Now we have one last chance to win back our world. In order to defeat the Master, we must be as cold and ruthless and savage as he is… and yet without becoming monsters ourselves.
Being good means nothing, unless you are willing to do what needs to be done, when it needs to be done.
You are the hunger. The strain that feeds on us since time immemorial. But make no mistake, you’re still a parasite. And we will flush you out and burn you. It will not be me. It will not be now, but it will happen. No matter how long it takes, in another face, in other eyes, you will see me as you die.[to The Master]
The world today is not what it was one week ago. What will it be one week from now? One month from now? Nothing is written that cannot be changed. It is a small world, after all. We made it that way.
Some men seek not the right path but the safest one. Some men believe only in survival, no matter what the costs.
I’ve made my choice. It may be wicked, it may mean I go to a fiery and horrible place when I die, but it’s too late to stop now. I will not stop. I’m going to win or die confronting the Master. I will not fade away as a weak old man.
There’s an age, Miss Velders, where you meet an enemy you cannot run from. Time. When you reach it, you experience your body’s betrayal from within.