You Don't Feel A Thing. There's Just

Human Passions Have Mysterious Ways, In Children As Well As Grown-ups. Those Affected By Them Can't Explain Them, And Those Who Haven't Known Them Have No Understanding Of Them At All.

Those Who Still Think That Listening Isn’t An Art Should See If They Can Do It Half As Well.

One Day, You Don't Feel Like Doing Anything. Nothing Interests You, Everything Bores You. Feel More And More Empty Inside, More And More Dissatisfied With Yourself And The World In General. Then Even That Feeling Wears Off, And You Don't Feel Anything Anymore. You Become Completely Indifferent To What Goes On Around You... You Forget How To Laugh And Cry - You're Cold Inside And Incapable Of Loving Anything Or Anyone... There's No Going Back... The Disease Has A Name. It's Called Deadly Tedium.

He Wanted To Be Loved For Being Just What He Was. In This Community Of Yskalnari There Was Harmony, But No Love. He No Longer Wanted To Be The Greatest, Strongest Or Cleverest. He Had Left All That Far Behind. He Longed To Be Loved Just As He Was, Good Or Bad, Handsome Or Ugly, Clever Or Stupid, With All His Faults - Or Possibly Because Of Them. But What Was He Actually? He No Longer Knew. So Much Have Been Given To Him In Fantastica, And Now, Among All These Gifts And Powers, He Could No Longer Find Himself.

There Are Many Kinds Of Joy, But They All Lead To One: The Joy To Be Loved.