Look. I don't know what I'm doing. This is all a big, hopeless mess. And there's no cosmic narrative to guarantee that I am forged by my experiences. Everything is up to me, which is absolutely terrifying.
One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you?