"I’ve heard stories about you. In the old days; how you picked off those men one by one. Oh, how they screamed. "The wolf is coming." And they would wait… hiding anywhere they could squeeze their pathetic shivering corpses. Some would just drop to their knees where they stood, close their eyes… And wait for death. And you’d give it to them. I wish I could have seen it. Oh well."
To say that nothing is true is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile and that we must the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted is to understand that we are the architects of our actions and that we must live with our consequences, whether glorious or tragic.