"but, the wind has come to pick me up."
"wind?"
"Yes. Wind. The wind that weeps in the darkest of all nights, so lukewarm and is strong breathe of the planet."
"where that brings you to?"
"into the dark"
"hell?"
"no, up high, in an exalted place from which angels laugh"
"why you long for darkness when you know the emptiness that brings? without senses, without life, our existence will come to cease. Darkness will be a bridge to light, if you did not give in."
"for the night brings a day, and a day night, ordinary believes the meanings of life that are translated into a illusory, temporaly comfort that may or not happen in future. they like to believe, or have faith in their experiences and logic that day comes after night. but they have not known that day may never have visited them or never will. For the light may exist within rather than from without. "
"but if they are content with it, they are in accordance with the laws of nature. and is it possible, for any man to escape that subjectivity of being a man, without death?"
"out of contempt for men, no, of hatred for men, that be possible. I hate human being. Those detestable existences are the cause of all misunderstandings and nunsences. Pathetic things that ever walked the surface of the planet, who, not knowing who they are, all they do is to comfort and justify themselves, out of cowardice, out of stupidity, throwing themselves upon what they call meanings of life. They constructed a pyramid that served the greed of one man. They constructed a tower that has never existed. They polished a mirror, and multiplied themselves, in a city they have created, that sunk and stink. For I am no such a destestable kind, I can judge human being from above. Or, perhaps for I am the worst example of the human being that has ever existed, I detest altogether from bellow."
"seems like you have become a madman, I won't stop you from what you intend. But I can't stand your lack of faith any longer."
"lack of faith? You consider yourself full of faith but I must warn you my friend, what you have reaped and will reap, are rotten fruits that feeds rotten souls. My faith is loftier than the ambition of all kings, nor am I unclear of the path I have taken, for the darkness that brings me, kills me, revives me, whispers me, and consumes me, will surely subdue all humans, then dehumanize them, into mere existences! during these proccesses their souls be tortured for insolence they have commited and their limbs plucked one by one, and be it my lullaby trequiem of their suffering. Into the shadow where I am left without any material sences, I'd entertain myself with a blurred memory of what the spectaclar i have brought upon thee and those vermins I detest. That will remain for ever even after I cease to exist, as a wandering melodies the petty creatures have played with terror and blood, will travel in the void, without ever being captured. And thinking that, I pitty humans. and make me want to take them over. Black wind, has come. Swallow me. And be it on my side, the sharp hatred, that will curve the name of their suffering "