I find it to be a very...nice existence. The lack of emotion allows me to easily do thing that I might otherwise find difficult or distasteful. I see it as a type of liberation, one more bond cut from the bondage that is humanity.

I was never what one would call "emotional", not even as a child. I could feel then, I can vaguely remember certain emotions and what they were like. But one day I decided I would not feel anymore, that to do so was a weakness I could not afford. Once it was decided they seemed to simply go away.

Some men live their lives for love. They devote themselves and their being to it. There is no pursuit they hold dearer than that sacred task of finding it and holding onto it. I live my life for no such thing. I pursue different avenues. Rather than love I pursue power and knowledge. These things are by which I measure my life and its success. You may say that this is a life unlived, wasted, twisted, or even evil. Either way I've heard them all before. But I find fulfillment in these things, which is I suppose what people who are creatures of their emotions find in love.