wHeN i BeCaMe GoD, tHe WoRlD aRoUnD mE dIsSaPeArEd.

I was looking onto the sunset, in a way one does when they discover something as big as this. Did I really discover anything at all? we know GOD IS DEAD and WE KILLED HIM. The angels sing songs in a perilous whisper. The darkness, the void had come to reclaim me.

I think, to some degree, we all hope there is nothing else. That man is the only one. I can say for sure that it's not true. The reason man wants to be alone in the vast expansive universe is because he's scared. Terrified of things he cannot comprehend. He wants to know he is best, feeding into his own delusions. Man would rather sulk alone in fear than accept that he knows nothing. It's pitiful, but pity is for the weak and nothing more.