Man: You say that you hate me. and yet you spend a lot of time around me.
No. perhaps spend isn’t the right word.

You pray for my downfall, but I don’t believe you understand.
I have already accepted my mortality, but you have not.

What will happen to you when I die?
Perhaps you'll realize that you have let your hatred of me consume you, and you’ll find that without me, your life lacks purpose.

Maybe it will hit you that you’ve spent an age enraged by me, and have never taken a moment to look up.
You may not lose any of your endless life, but the world moves on without you.

You’ve harassed me while historical events passed us by, as people you may have cared about have came and went. You may see your immortality as a sign of perfection, but it isn’t without its flaws.

With no sense of time, you feel no urgency to change.
You can spend centuries consumed with hatred, but eventually you’ll look up and realize what you’ve missed.

Eternity is a long time to bask in your regrets.
You'll forever be haunted by the memories you will never have.

My life isn’t permanent, but these moments will live on forever in your mind.
I have accepted the weight of my mortality, but you haven’t accepted the weight of the lack of yours.