There is a peace to powerlessness. 

After hundreds of years of endless work, endless exhausting toil, I can only watch.

The clouds go by, and I cannot affect them. The days go by, and I cannot stop them.

If tearing myself apart could help, I would do so.

But it would not, so I will not.

I will simply watch as the end draws nearer, demoted from an actor to a member of the audience.

-A letter written by Mr. Crow, left on the floor of his cell, and thrown out.