I once had a sense of duty, but then -- a question spurred. Fanciful to the whispers of void, I allowed the precipitancy of delusion run Cantor's looping lamentations to lead me into the subskins of thinking infinitely. Ah, perfect I thought. Intrinsic to one of quest for balance. I applied this to life, sanctimoniously finding fallacy in belief leading to total error. Sabotage? Why by addition by subtracting, love without hate; One with nothing and everything without anything.