Dear Society,
In my dictation, as Giovanni Morimoto, life in itself is an illusion, simply the schism of time between life and death, though it is never able to be mathematically calculated to an exact measure. Life is a dangerous game, a game of chilling to the bone deceit, pitch black pits of failure, the noisome smell of defeat, and a small sliver of success.
Successes only get set back by failures that litter our existences, and at certain intervals revert to mere high points in the line graph of our lives, only to be replaced by sheer vertical drops and the deepest troughs. Why it has to be that way is beyond even the minds of the most brilliant in our world, a world to which I do not belong.
A typical person may believe that he or she has no worth to society, but then is refuted due to the fact that they will not allow that very notion to pertain to them, to encompass their mental being. Life is an illusion worth living as the small joys over weigh the immense sadness and sorrow that we experience, and there is a chance to leave a mark on the world, however slight.
Personally I have exhibited qualities of a person not deserving of the joys in life, not capable of doing this world any good in any lifetime whether or not reincarnation existed. Many smoke the drug that is the all mighty god arceus, seeking him for forgiveness, and guidance, something that is not advisable, and will only either lead to false happiness or true misery. I believe that I have the capability of becoming a god of sorts, above the realm where simple peasants roam, able to dictate the terms of the world.
The truth exists that religion is only the excuse for addicts that do not want to take responsibility for their actions, and wish to find the easy solution to every issue that they face. Arceus, in the event that he existed, would have forsaken me anyway; it would have been a futile endeavor to seek guidance from a hostile deity. Arceus has no mercy for any of his subjects, therefore i must rise to his level.
Though it is ironic that I, a person of little worth am saying such things as to give guidance to others, placing them on the few paths of success that exist. Is it fate that I had to become the example of how not to handle life, how not to act?
Ethical activity was at a limited stance throughout the past years of my life, a fact that has led to my tragic downfall at the hands of general society, a society that has shunned me, and shut me out as if I were Aids. Resentment for my own soul is all I am able to feel though, being such a vile person. As the owner of Rocket Industrial, I allowed much opportunity for my subordinates to act unethically, a fact that I regret more than my own life. Embarrassment would be an extreme understatement of how I feel, hatred being still slightly an understatement. If arceus existed why would he allow me to continue to exist, and do as I please? Is there a greater calling that I cannot foresee myself answering?