He forced me...

[JLML]

Oh, but that would imply the soul is a tangible thing. Or even that it exists. And one cannot make a soul immortal, as that would mean it would not cease to exist. Which, of course, it would, if any of the ones with the power to reshape the universe decided it should not be. Thus, your mortality is indeed very real, as no being of greatness has taken sufficient interest in your existence to make it so that you will last for eternities. And even if they did, eternities can cease to be. It's all on the whim of the ones with the power to do that which we would be better of not knowing could be done.

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I'm afraid to say anything and have my words twisted to something I can't understand...

Oh, come now... I'm not that scary. I don't bite. Well, most of the time. Sometimes I do. But that's mostly if you're made of candy. Or somehow happen to be extraordinarily tasty. Which I doubt. For you are human, right? Most humans lack the qualities that make stuff tasty enough for me. Some don't, of course. Are you one of those? 'Cause then I might still bite you.

Anyhow, go ahead, say stuff. It's always fun to talk with people... Well, until they don't want to talk any more. Then it's not as fun. 'Cause then, after all, it's not that much of a discussion with others than it is a discussion with myself. Though most conversations include that anyway. Discussions with myself that is. Well, at least written discussions. I don't know. I think it does though. Not that I know why. It just does. <.<