Heed these words, reader, embossed of the sky or scrawled in the earth as they are.
I am out of time.
I had great hopes for myself, for everyone. I thought I could become a man by taming the fiercest predator — swift, powerful, swooping. But it devours you as you devour it. There is nothing left except this, which I now pass on to you.
The secret to true happiness…
Why doesn’t everyone do it?
It’s so easy.
For if you give in, the prey will become the predator
and the origin of malice
will be your own damn self.
