What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?
[...] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.
His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.
I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father.
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.