“Pleasure exists in the heart and soul, yet not in the brain.” - Averick Tellings

  Prologue:

  Dark, perpetually, denies the light. It dreams and yearns for its comfort, yet shall never align, only coalesce. That is why, at the edge of a shadow, you see a blur, on a cloudy day. If sentience is then separated, eternally, from light and dark, and never fixes the two together, coalescence will never form. It exists, yes, yet to the observer, it doesn’t, and that is all that matters. After all, what you cannot see, feel, touch or hear, cannot be known or understood. Thus, it does not exist. Ignorance is bliss.

  Eternal forgiving of oneselves ck of knowledge leads to never ending misery, and repetitiveness, infinite. Many seek enlightenment, yet only achieve a new perspective on something they once knew. Thus, if you know no more than your own life, you shall never break out of the infinite unending perspectives that hold you hostage to your own mortality. A farm boy cannot picture a skyscraper, if he has lived on a farm all of his life and his father never told him of one. Thus, a man living in solitude, for all of his life, unable to learn or know of a life beyond, is like Truman, except Truman escaped. This man did not.

  This man, as we shall call him, called himself Wrench. The name, he had found in the white dictionary, and its meaning was: a sudden violent twist or pull.

  I, as a mere observer of fact, am not fully informed on why he decided such a name represented himself. He never twisted or pulled anything in any substantial way, let alone violently. He was a quiet man, who spoke little and wrote much. Much of his short lived life was dedicated to writing. This passion of his intrigued scientists, and led them to find out many new and wonderful things, that doubtlessly aided and will aid humanity forevermore.

  Humans are arrogant, and don’t seem to understand that they are merely organisms that will wither and die, and be forgotten. He, by himself, seemed to never understand that as well. Just another cog in the machine. Another pin in the doll. The system is built upon such things, and the system is built by monsters.

  That is why he is so pitiful, and we, as fellow humans, who are ethically right and morally good, should pity him. If you believe in a god and in an afterlife, pray to the god that his time in the afterlife is ripe and free. Otherwise, you should feel happy for him that he escaped his unknown suffering, and that now he no longer has to live the life of an experiment.

  That is all. Fear not the giver, only the receiver. Goodbye.

  [This was taken from a page within a book titled: ‘Honored Endings of the Woe and Pitiful’. The author of this book was never found, and the time of publication was never recorded. Do not distribute copies of this page to fellow employees, as if you do, you will be immediately fired and removed from this facility for breach of conduct. Do not rip or ruin this page. Once read, return it to your supervisor at once. Good day and good luck.]