When You Can't Figure Out What To

Self-blame Usually Has An Undertone Of Self-congratulation.

Alone, I Am Drunk On My Thoughts; In Company, I Am Sober Again.

The Dignified Catastrophes Of Tragedy Bear Little Resemblance To The Slow Ruin Inflicted By Life.

Observe Decorum, And It Will Open A Path To Morality.

Self-realization Sounds Good. But What If Only An Enraged Dwarf Emerges?