Look at my face, child! It has furnished for me a lonely life in which none would have me as a man. So then let me be a god.[to Andra]
We want to believe in an ordered universe. Some grand architecture holding it all together. But there is only power. Beautiful, chaotic, naked power!
This abattoir of a universe is teeming with the dead because men and women are born solely to die. Gods, however, we live forever!