If the measure of humanity is having a heart, then he cannot be deemed as such. If one without a heart experiences joy and sorrow, then he shall be a puppet most alike to humanity. A wayfaring figure whose identity is a mystery. He dresses like a mountain ascetic, but he certainly does not act the part. He needs not introduce himself, for ordinary folk will never get to know him. Nor will he need to immerse himself in the sea of humanity, for he has long forsaken any worthless emotion.