Your enemies can’t defeat you, because no matter the power and influence they have. They only get stronger, when you give up . What really defeats them, is when you have the will to continue after everything that has happened to you or after everything they have done to you.
As soon as those hands devoluted me to earth, I was thrown out of my grave. Since then I am sitting here, by the side of my grave, and wondering, Was it the body whose satisfaction and survival made me so obsessed ? Was it the same entity for which I strived day and night? For whose entertainment , I wished to change the world order. And now I am seeing it decaying and rotting. I am just trying to search myself out of this decomposed matter.