Being a human was about making sense of chaos, finding meaning among the random elements of the world. - Brandon Sanderson

Within moments he was roaring his pleasure. Nothing these men did could touch him. He was a destroyer, a conqueror, a glorious maelstrom of death. A god.

But you always find people telling stories about supposedly better days. You watch. A man joins a new team of soldiers, and the first thing he’ll do is talk about how wonderful his old team was. We remember the good times and the bad ones, forgetting that most times are neither good nor bad. They just are.

Be careful. People who aren't me are prone to spontaneous bouts of sincerity.