I look forward to senility. It won’t quench the thirst but rather destroy it. It won’t just burn the veil but the eyes as well, and in the cold I’m left standing in I’ll be incapable of feeling shivers. Yes, senility is the blessing of innocent ignorance. With senility I’ll never have to think, or feel lonely, experience the trying swings of bliss and misery. With senility life will be simple, and I will finally understand it all.