... I am not me, I am someone else ...
I mean, I am not Lestat De Lioncourt or a role-player. No. And please note that I don’t post as often as you might like.
"Why should Death lurk in the shadows? Why should Death wait at the gate? There is no bedchamber, no ballroom that I cannot enter. Death in the glow of the hearth, Death on tiptoe in the corridor, that is what I am. Speak to me of the Dark Gifts - I use them. I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose."
So we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil and we will all go home in the end.