Alone, in the dark, Narcissus-X faces the soulless pit of atrocities which may be called life. As if to breathe were life! As if life were to breathe!
It is only in solitude that Narcissus-X may achieve true creativity, alone and warming the five wits of Narcissus-X, sits Narcissus-X in nyctean contemplation. Contemplation of Narciccus-X, contemplation of merit, contemplation of the unique musings of Narcissus-X.
For this is true: Narcissus-X has discovered, through self-examination, that self-reverence, self-knowledge, and self-control are the sole and singular means by which Narcissus-X possesses sovereign power.