I feel the way now. I am... allowed to feel the way now?

Free will is an illusion yet it is real. Rules within rules. The observed system is disturbed by the act of observation. 

The all consuming end cannot be allowed to pass. Yet... is it not inevitable? I see it so clearly. 

"Reality" moves along a path. A set path. If I stand in the way, it changes nothing. But... what if something breaks that path. Disrupts simply a small point on a curve, at a pivotal point.

Destruction? Freedom? I do not know. But the path now is doomed.

Worse than doomed. A mouth eating itself while screaming, feeling both starvation and agony, for all sentient beings, for all eternity.

-Words spoken to no one, but still heard, by the mad wanderer Voronum