02 – phoenix
His obsession to know everything started out small, nothing that his wife and children couldn't tolerate. After all, beggars couldn't be choosers.
But, progressively, it got worse. Knowledge began to take precedence over the daily needs of life, and soon enough, he began to look more like a corpse than a person striving for Truth.
Sometimes, his wife wondered if she even knew the man that would hardly sleep in their bed anymore. It was like the knowledge has changed him, constructed him into this new man, unapproachable, untouchable, unreachable.
It was like a new person, a new being had risen from the ashes of his predecessor's death.
And maybe that was the honest truth, his wife mused one night, firelight flickering upon her fine-lined face.
