It gives you meaning. It makes you to look for if you have none. It lives by the epitome of impossible, defying the equilibrium. It spurts for a moment of shine. How beautiful is that? Every single dot has its own story in the space. The indefinite space.
Without conflicts in a story, readers leave. Without volatiles from the start, the universe would unweave. Without the wrong deeds in the stump, the priest cannot shrive. Understand this, you retrieve. And the death penalty will reprieve. Remember the icy sword? It is waiting for you to believe.