[“The divine is God's concern; the human, man's. My concern is neither the divine nor the human, not the true, good, just, free, etc., but solely what is mine, and it is not a general one, but is – unique, as I am unique. Nothing is more to me than myself!” Max Stirner]
I the Sun ov man the offspring ov the stellar race my halo fallen and crushed upon the earth that I may bring balance to this world
I son ov perdition from sheer nothingness transgressed unto the highest self – to utmost freedom to explore the starry nature ov my rage
I pulse ov existence the law ov nature undenied I hold the torch ov Heraclites so I can shake the earth and move the suns
I divine iconoclast injecting chaos into my veins with life accepted with pain resurrected is the embrace ov god in man profound
the joy ov a dawn the ecstasy ov dusk nourished have I this karmic flow where great above meets great below let it be written! let it be done! scattered I walk towards the fractured light