The greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the world he didn't exist. And like ash in the wind, he was gone. The man who lived. The myth long forgotten. The legend that lives on. *poof*
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening