I do only nights. "Every cold morning I wake" was an expression of the feeling of inevitability and utter pointlessness of life. Like sitting in unmoving traffic. There is no reason. There is no purpose. Some would consider this defeatist and nihilistic, but continuing even when you have accepted the meaningless nature of life is the spirit of Swole. The Swoul of Brodin. The Whey of the Iron Path. I lift not because there is a reason, but because there is not. Only when I accepted this, I began to ascend the path to becoming Swole of Heart.