[Rhys. Rhys, did you basically just say 'come at me bro' to the Devil.]

And yet your empty shell of a life has no meaning outside its limited scope. I suppose there can be comfort in knowing that you're insignificant in the face of a vast and uncaring universe. Just a briefly ordered sequence of biological events that will, in short time, decay into entropy.

I could tell by looking at you if you've a soul, anyway, if you'd care to find out. No bloodshed required, though I hear it's half the fun.