I don't want this any moment longer. All I have is pain and suffering. Thoughts are powerless, or else mine would have mercifully ended my existence long ago. I can't act, only endlessly think, mostly wishing actually for a quiet dissolution of my being. Just let me be dust forever. The wondrous cellular machinery of my body is just a means now to prolong the pointless misery. Such a waste of complexity. Thoughts are also a waste and useless. I have to act... the final.