Once you succeed at everything you realize the ultimate truth. Everything is useless, nothing is permanent, pleasure lasts but a second and is quickly deadened. All ambition is but chasing after the wind. No drug, no lover, no victory, no conquest, no invention, no discovery, no amount of wealth or passion could ever fill the gaping void in the center where the soul is supposed to be but isn't. All pursuits are a distraction against the inevitability of death. Even achieving the crown dream of humanity, immortality and youth eternal, is but a pitiful delay in the face of the inevitable destruction of all things.