Yes, and I enjoy it yet, even though I grow older and rising above the cloud cover has ceased to be a pleasure and become one more necessary task to be performed. I have understood at last. We cannot co-exist with men. They are worse than wolves. Like wolves, they kill for the sake of killing, destroy in the name of destruction. Unlike wolves, they think the whole wide world exists to serve them and them only and that they may do with it exactly as they like. As I stoop from the clean sky and look into their terrified, dirty faces in the instant before the flames consume them, I often think that I have become no better than they. And then I remember Afraxa. And the man who would not listen.
We cannot win; powerful we are but too few and they are many and organised. Every day their stench spreads further across the innocent earth. It is a good feeling to see men burn.
We cannot win yet we have learned our lesson well. We will go down killing. |