there are horrors in this world, i whispered, it is made up of mystery and dependant upon mystery. if you would have peace go back to the hives lose your huamn shape and descend again, fragmented into the mindless life of the contented bees from which you rose. if you would have fleshly life, human life, hard life which can move throgh time and space, then fight for it. if you would have human philosophy then struggle and make yourself hard so that nothing can hurt you ever and you become wise. collect yourself whatever you are into something witha purpose, BUT KNOW THIS:ALL IS SPECUALTION UNDER THE SKY, ALL MYTH ALL RELIGION ALL PHILOSOPHY ALL HISTORY IS LIES.