root-book

The duality of life can be a have a cruel predilection for the fortunate. Whilst some thrive in a rich environment, comforted by the pleasures of man and society, others must dwell within the darkness, tasting naught but despair and misery. Yet why must one resolve oneself to this fate? Do you have to just sit there and die, covered in the filth of the world: a miserable figure not even worth pity?