An idea consumed his very being and soul; his whole being depended on this one idea,even though it was just a hint of an action inspired during a dire and desperate time. It was an uncertain force, neither positive or negative due to its anonymity. His mind searched for a plan of action all days and nights, he no longer cared about the world, the people he lived with or even his trusty hound. The time he spent in his room lasted the 24 hours of every day. Forgetful of life and existence, he became enslaved to this idea, much like a moth enslaved to a dying flame, a flame of destruction.