I saw him for the first time today. He was moving so fast that the sky split in half.
He had figured out how to navigate through black holes; this gave him a feeling of supreme invincibility.
The only way to travel light across light years is to travel at the speed of light.
These moments would be worthless, he thought, without music to accompany him.
And all of the roaring faded into a whisper... for his focus had reached its maximum point.
All of his strategies - every last one of his weapons - were now aimed at the tip of the arrow, the tip of the parabola, infinity.
Negative infinity, zero and positive infinity merged.
Perhaps mathematics cannot explain this. Is there a secret door into the mind, one accessible only by the non-physical?
Satan himself had appeared for this moment.
An epic faceoff with the Christ.
How many horns and trumpets are there in heaven? The noise was so loud.
The gates of hell are not meant to be opened... or are they?
There could not possibly be any more suspense.
The crescendo riled Genghis Kahn from a centuries-long slumber, and woke our hero
The whole universe was watching now, and the stage was planet earth. Somehow, this planet is in the center of it all.
Vanquishing our enemies. That has a beautiful ring to it, doesn't it, brother?
Look in my eyes. See the truth.
It is no mistake that I rise with the light, brother.
My deepest thanks to Nietzsche, Robert Greene, the anonymous authors of the Holy Bible, Dr. HAHA Lung.
Is the Master of the Art of War not an artist?
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