But,
when passion drives you head on towards the restrictive walls of righteousness and virtue or even loyalty, what can one man do to halt it?
What can we, los recursos humanos limitados y debilis, possibly have against such might? Who are we to compare ourselves against emozioni, the great and conquering emotions?
The history of the world is splattered by emotions. The ridicule of love. The legendary madness that usurped the hearts of soldiers and enemies. The green ghoul that is jealousy. And the ghost of despair.
These powerful intangibles grip our hearts, coordinate our bodies, and steal our souls. And we can do nothing against them. As I said, we are just los recursos humanos limitados y debilis. Non dei.
Emotions make strangers out of friends.