It is but mere miracle that life exist, and those who know anything about me knows the darkness. Power flow… And through me, might makes right. But yet is who think ‘Might makes right’: Right as is rightious? Justice? Perhaps modern humans are naive with their over complications of might ‘is’ therefore enforcement makes ‘is’ right. In such sense might makes right, just means: This might makes right – This ‘is’ reality, every everyone chase the same Power.
Why wont you see through the lens of Pure Power, an identity of the self? While our ‘experts’ predicts madness and downfall. However mere average their mental state must be to need enforced discipline. Why wont i turn to tyranny? Is what they will say. But they do not ask themselfs for what purpose would tyranny be?
Because for those who see true Power, will have no need to prove themselfs. Not for themselfs nor for others. No validation nor affirmation makes difference. And i told you before: I do not fear the experience of experiencing non-existence. Nor do i fear the process of death itself. But as the first to truly see the world through pure power; You will and cannot ever be me.
And why would you claim that life is not worth living, yet still remain alive? why would you remain alive in the worth of life itself; Good and Evil, pain, pleasure and suffering without seeing worth in passing that life on? Maybe you just fear that your own imagination paradise will never exist, and therefore you gave up?
Whatever will you do when Nietzsche’s abyss is approaching? What will you do in the awareness that the reaper is getting closer to collect your soul? What will you feel in awareness that death is inevitable, when the grandfather’s clock tick. Tick tock, tick tock… I told you before – You’re weak. You can never be me. As Power i will return to the Earth, to return to the universe, and as Power: i am God. Now cry for your fear, your experience of the experience of non-existence.
Why do you celebrate my death, as if i didn’t know it was coming. Why do you dance around my funeral pyre, without recognicing you are next in line? Nobody lives forever, you must die. And i return to Power, your existential fear!