Imagine punching somebody so hard that they turn into a door. Then you found out that's where ALL doors come from, and you got initiated into a murder club that makes doors. The stronger you punch, the better the door. So there are like super strong murderers who punch people into Venetian doors and shit.

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Tässä istun, vanhus kuivassa kuussa,
kuunnellen pojan lukua, odottaen sadetta.
En ollut kuumilla porteilla
enkä taistellut lämpimässä sateessa,
en seissyt suolarämeessä kärpästen syömänä,
en taistellut heiluttaen miekkaa.

T.S. Eliot: Gerontion

Holy Moses! Have a look!
Flesh decayed in every nook!
Some rare bits of brain lie here,
Mortal loads of beef and beer,
Some of whom are turned to dust,
Every one bids lost to lust;
Royal flesh so tinged with 'blue'
Undergoes the same as you.

-- Amanda McKittrick Ros, Visiting Westminster Abbey

Do what thy manhood bids thee do,
from none but self expect applause;
He noblest lives and noblest dies
who makes and keeps his self-made laws.

Conquer thyself,
till thou has done this, thou art but a slave;
for it is almost as well
to be subjected to another's appetite as to thine own.

--Sir Richard Francis Burton