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Loneliness had driven him mad. Although he has family, he can't help but feel the walls close in on him. The high towers of silence established about him. It was more that he could take.

Daniel was a man of logic. He saw order in the world. There was a Way with which everything worked. He figured that if he followed the Way and the Logic, everything would go as he planned. He would get a good job. He would have a good family. Yet now as he sits watching the tube at home, he feels a chill in his heart. A heart that has turned cold.

The Logic that has got him to where he is now is slowly abandoning him. The pride in holding the facts of the world in his mind had overcome him. He had become unteachable in new Ways. He was stuck.

And so he repeated to himself like a broken recorder; the Way he learnt. The Way before the new civilisation began. Before the Web was formed. Darkness crept around him, but he deigned think of it for fear of madness and depression.

What is left, now that youth and vitality has left him? Was it worth struggling against everyone else to be right when what he lost was Love and Respect? Is being so called Right so important?

This is a lesson for me. I will never be like him.