Micolus the Colossus

And so it is time again. The banker has come to collect. The price must be paid. That is the ultimate law of nature. For any high there must be a low. It seems to me curious that our minds should work in this way. We are so careless and so carefree when were on our summits. We accept any price, any fee, for this blissful state. We don't think we just act. In the end though the summit turns into the very abyss of sorrow. Where we are bound to walk about with no other light than that of our memories. They must guide us through thick and thin.

Emancipation is the only drug worth injecting.

The addiction to the others is too mighty for a mere mortal.