texts: Kill me and have done with it. </s> <s> Kill you? Hardly that. </s> <s> Then why am I here? What did you want with me?
labels: More to the point, why am I here? What did you want with me?  What does one say to one's Maker, having finally met him face to face? Milton gave it voice.  Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay to mould me Man? Did I solicit thee from Darkness to promote me?