In recent studies of people I have gleaned into concluding that people for all the emotional strife and anguish that they bring are just predictable animals confined inside a hall of mirrors. Any which way you look you get more or less the same result and that result is tangible in the fact that it can be manipulated into a course of action chosen by a puppeteer. So sad, truly, but remarkably undeniable. And I have found that killing all emotion is way more productive than letting it penetrate to the deepest cores of ones own life and in its despair their is a happiness however cold that is waiting to be found...