The philosopher, having arrived at a nihilist amorality, thought to do nothing. He lost his taste and thus his hunger. He discovered that freedom is not what he desired. True freedom came from bondage. That is when he realized masochism. It is not so much a love for pain, as love was the farthest thing from his present position. And even pleasure to him was also nonsense. But so absurd the world had become that he only wanted to feel, and even for all his thorough scrubbing, his need to survive still barely remained alive, and awakened when he pressed the knife to his palm, and felt a sting that was neither good or bad, and felt the witness come forth from the sting.