Ah, the art of cigars, much like the balance I sought in the universe. In the complexity of their flavors, I find a reflection of my own quest for power and control. Cigars, with their rich aroma and smoky essence, are akin to the Infinity Stones – each puff, a moment of profound satisfaction, a glimpse into the vast expanse of the cosmos.

Like the snap of my fingers, the lighting of a cigar is a ritual, a moment of anticipation before indulging in the sublime pleasure of its taste. As I savour the intricate blend of tobacco leaves, I am reminded of the delicate equilibrium that exists in the universe – a blend of strength and subtlety, much like the harmony I aim to impose upon existence.

In the curling tendrils of smoke, I see the ephemeral nature of life, a reminder that even the mightiest can be vanquished. Yet, in the act of enjoying a fine cigar, there is a semblance of control, a temporary respite from the chaos of reality. And in that moment, I find solace, for I am, after all, Thanos – the one who knows that to truly appreciate power, one must also understand the delicate balance of indulgence.