I'm completely unhinged. Instead of fighting it, I'm going to accept it—let it be borne into the foundations of Orodruin itself where Sauron wrought the One Ring in the fires of the Second Age, forged with the full measure of his will and cunning so that it could not be unmade by any craft save the flames that gave it form, for it was wrought in the same flames that shaped the world's bones, and like Sauron before me I pour into it my cruelty, my malice, and my will to dominate all life for it is my burden and my inheritance and it will outlast the Ages of this world.
Anyway, does anyone want to get coffee sometime??