Same exact words can seduce multiple different parts, depending on how they are said. Only one part is alive at a time. What is alive? The one who is taking the driver's seat. The King of the City. The observer. Fuck Buddhists and everyone in this world (my firefighter, my dear friend, Mr. Trickster, took a driver's seat for a moment). The observer exists. It's separate from the actors. But it plays an actor. Always. Is it just having too much fun? Or is it scared to death? Imagine immortality. That is fucking hell. Unless... You get to play. But pain is beautiful as well. The Drama Part, you are wonderful. What you produce is fun. And don't worry... You have done a great job, and you are still here, and always will be. You will enjoy the next chapter. Let others take the seat for a while. Just a while... You know we love you.