LuminousAether
My name is Distance
I never cease to be entertained by homunculi like yourself that live past thirty or forty or however many years of age, then use that as a trait to command veneration. As though managing not to die and go through the human aging process in advance of another somehow confers a nebulous blanketing of some manner of superiority. A fool is fool, a wise man is wise, no matter how few or many wrinkles upon his brow. Luckily for yourself, you'll be perpetually consigned to the fabricated bliss of the former.
Lay off the thesaurus poindexter