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"That's sad," said Montag, quietly,(referring to The Hound) "because all we put into it is hunting and finding and killing. What a shame if that's all it can ever know." -Fahrenheit 451

So many foolish people, little insignificant bugs, still lost in their delusions of a grand and happy world. They are arriving at the gates of the real world, coming back from their dreams. They ponder at why we focus on nothing but violence and destruction. Can they not see!? Do they not feel the human instinct of enrapturement by doom!? We, as humans, must focus on those things which make us cringe and cry because that is what we look for in this world. Even as they write their little stories of pitiful places full of hope and joy, or stories filled with the despair we focus on in the media and in our lives, they don't yet see that they are focusing on the problems themselves. By writing about it, they give even more life to it! Hypocrites! Heretics! I love to read of their futile efforts to try and focus on joy! Yet all the while, I feel my own pit of despair, lying in my chest. Despair at the fact that, even for me, it must all one day end. But still, while I write this, I realize that my glory and power shall one day be so great, that I shall never end! My life and times shall never be forgotten! This is my role in destiny, my place in time, my position in fate! And it shall be glorious.