I sacrificed my soul for the sake of my philosophy.

 I sacrificed my soul for the sake of my philosophy. If I were a living human rather than a living myth, I wouldn’t be writing these words now, because I would have vanished. My soul could not be saved, so it would either die or evolve. The disappearance of my philosophy would set my soul free, but that soul would not be able to hold on to life in an ugly existence like this; it would be like a fish thrashing on land trying to breathe. That is why I turned my mind into an overworking kind of serial thought-production machine and began systematically producing drops of water, just so I could breathe a little.