The artist who supposedly made us masterpieces in absolute darkness and solitude lets us suffer from estrangement loneliness despair,gives us ideas to abilities without predetermined means of expression and chooses to let us live or die against our will.
Humans complain first and learn reasons in hindsight, things were not insurmountable and we had a chance to have a foe and a cause, a friend and many companions on the way and the stay could've been excitement and insular peace, and we were right, ah, had we not doubted the Greatness that dwelt within and around us,we would've lived ! 
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