"How the HELL are you still alive?"

This question was posted by Stout Lager.

As you may well imagine, this is not the first time I've encountered this question. If you're familiar with the writings of St. Germain, then you may be assured that I devoted half a century to finding an answer myself. More than once, I found myself so convinced that an answer was so close within reach that any agony or torture I visited on my own person was worth those final steps to illumination.

Those were the sacrifices I was willing to make. Perhaps you can imagine what others have been willing to take or demand of me for the same information. If my history on this world is secretive, it is because I have made pains to hide myself from those who would lock me away and perform acts of torture in the name of discovery or justice. In the end, I'm not dying, no person can make me die, and that simple fact is the most extraordinary breach of fairness.

Such inquiries are always fouled by a sense of injustice. For that reason, and because I've had quite enough of the agony and torture, I'm not really inclined to seek answers.