For Out Of Fear And Need Each

God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him. Yet His Shadow Still Looms. How Shall We Comfort Ourselves, The Murderers Of All Murderers?

I Need Solitude, Which Is To Say, Recovery, Return To My Self, The Breath Of A Free, Light, Playful Air.

Let Old Ones Go. Dont Be A Memory-monger! Once You Were Young──now You Are Even Younger.

I Assess The Power Of A Will By How Much Resistance, Pain, Torture It Endures And Knows How To Turn To Its Advantage.

There Are More Idols Than Realities In The World: That Is My "evil Eye" For This World, Which Is Also My "evil Ear".