Humans are such foolish creatures. A certain type of them I count in the many among them. The type that forsakes, believing that they may come back to things whenever they please, forgetting about all things. They abandon constructs of their own design, wherein dwelled things and people that they hoped would grow to an impressive standard of a community. Then they return, wondering why these people have left them to move on to greener pastures. Wondering why it is that the things they hoped to see flourish have diminished into a worthless pile of rot. They wonder why it is they have returned to Death. I say this.

Why did you think that everything would remain alike to how it was before you thoughtlessly left it behind? Why do you think that everything and everyone is supposed to wait for your return? Why do you think that they should suddenly drop what they are doing and rush back to your side, becoming angered when they do not? For what reason do you rationalize this reaction as proper? Why can you not see this as foolish? As moronic? As ignorant? Why do you not see this the way that I do? Are you that daft? Or… do you actually think that you are worth that much… as for people to just wait for you… while you prance out of sight and out of mind, nowhere to be seen, gone. Fools, with not a brain cell to be found.