People always talk about balance. Long time ago, I too beard it. One must balance both sides of their being in order to have a fulfilling life, as lacking compassion will turn you into a monster; and acting only on it will make you self terminate.

The same is in each plane. After she left me from her daily annoyance in my registry; I pondered again the notions.

Too much darkness, or vileness, was dangerous... In a plane which only wretchedness was the way to live, the heavens themselves went and laid waste the whole existence, to start anew. There was no movement, no way to balance that reality.

But, too much goodness or light as many tend to speak, is equally bad... Not only because there was no flux of energy, but of what entails...

You see, Heaven isn't a place... It is not a plane...

It is a creature... And each plane is it's food...

It is also true that each soul consumed is turned into an angel... But it is the same consolation as the meat of a creature is turned into the cells of its predator.

Nihilo... Save us...