In a universe that defies description, all systems of belief can only be false.
Give me the death of my soul. Intoxicate me with self-love.
It was the straying that found the path direct.
Embrace reality by imagination.
And remember, you shall suffer all things and again suffer: until you have sufficient sufferance to accept all things.
For I am I: ergo, the truth of myself; my own sphinx, conflict, chaos, vortex—asymmetric to all rhythms, oblique to all paths. I am the prism between black and white: mine own unison in duality.