More beautiful to know

Sometimes I wonder if I'm a nihilist.

I don't do much except break things. That's what they say about me: we could've had a great civilization, if it weren't for that damn Dredgan, that damn Legion. They don't believe in anything but death.

The only way to make something good is to make something that can't be broken. And the only way to do that is to try to break everything.

I'm glad I learned that the universe runs on death. It's more beautiful to know.

But I'm lost somewhere strange.

No one else is clever or strong enough to try to break me. No one else can give me this gift

How am I supposed to know if I am truly the best I can be.

Surely the galaxy will provide countless challenges but I need something truly wicked to challenge myself if all else fails.

I'm going to have children.

Sons and daughters to love, train, and possibly kill.

For if I do not try to break them as they will most assuredly try to break me what kind of father would I be?