I don’t judge you. I’m not saying move back towards life, I’m saying the future isn’t elsewhere. We’re in a locked spaceship, H of H, we have nothing but continuing. What could be more useless than you limping offstage to die in a dead language? Of course the guys upstairs would love that. Your gods crafted a soul too big for the space of life they give you to live in. You smash anything that smells like an enemy then your smell goes haywire and you can’t stop. Don’t be stupid, H of H, you are organized violence! You think any of this is unexpected upstairs? Remember Chernobyl? The physicists were told to phone their wives and say, Wash your hair, take in the laundry and drink 2 drops of iodine in a glass of water. Everyone called them heroes. Suffering like that, you need old words. Next day all the books on radiation vanished from the Chernobyl library. I’m just saying, you call them gods, they call you walking ash.