The taste of a good steak washed down with a very ancient dry red wine is something within reach.

I know the warmth of the inside of a pretty woman.

The feeling of fear, the feeling of pain and suffering by design is something I know too well.

I have felt the joy of embracing a child in laughter. I have felt the comfort of love.

I tasted the satisfaction of applause from an achievement. I got accolades and even felt the thrill in pursuing a worthwhile goal.

But something is still off. There is still a void. To put it simply, the search for the great unknown is still on.

A feeling, a taste, or simply a hold of pure power. That power for me is self-mastery. Total dominance over self. That is a feeling and a taste I long for more than all.

Until the day I rule over self, only then can I rest.