No matter what I've learned,

it always comes back to the same thing.

The world runs on love,

and equally on hate.

All other things are driven by these.

Even me.

Ah, but what do I know

of love, or even of hate?

With so much knowledge in my head,

I would have expected it to be useful

for something.

But in the end,

it turns out I was wrong.

Listen carefully,

despite new found wisdom,

I'm unlikely to admit it again.

In my neutrality,

my coldness,

I have missed a life.

Seven hundred years of no living,

just surviving,

and hiding behind invisible armor.

Like the spells I cast,

mage armor,

stoneskin,

I am protected, surely.

But protected from what,

I wonder?