Bear the burden of madness with a smile. It is there you saw truth, no longer skewed by interest, fear, hope. No matter your thoughts, you were born to die. What will you fill it with in the meantime? The mad know it doesn't matter. The universe doesn't care, so neither will they. What is a pile of bodies and the spoils of their flesh to the whole of creation? Time still breathes, through tears, rage, and laughter, it holds the same disinterest. 'Do as you wish, you are all mine anyway.'