When you are a fatalist, as every man will become at some point, truth will become the only  recourse.
Even scientific truth. In fact, especially that.

Which is a more heinous crime - to take a life, or, to make one?

If you relive your entire life at the end then you don't really die. Nor is there an end.

I can't, and have never, let my guard down.

Poetry is going to ruin my liver.

Tomorrow is too late.

Main Harrapa ki agyaat lipi hun,
Tum mera anuvaad priye.
Bhaye se maun mere hothon ki,
Tum ek nidar awaaz priye.
Tum vigyaan ki chaturai,
Main woh adharmi dharmi hun,
Main pyaaz ke sang sookhi roti,
Tum mere kabz ka ilaaj priye.