There is a man, and he is looking for his soul.

When he looks at his hands, he sees lines and they no longer make sense.

He cannot read where he is going, only what he has done, up until he lost his soul.

Once, a long time ago, an old woman read his palms.

She told him about marriage and children in his future, 

but if she were to read them now, she would see nothing. 

The lines of his future are unclear. He has lost his soul.

There is a power in knowing, and now he has known.

There is a power in unknowing, and now he no longer knows what to do with himself.