For the world separated its truth from its doing, and men were laid low as animals, desperately craving sustenance, but without satisfaction.
And rather than wallow in darkness, I hurled myself deeper into its maw, far from the surface and the insanity of its light, as the preachers fed the masses with pretty tales and open wounds, and the glory of salvation in the embracing of their gluttony and urge. So twisted their desire for peace had become, it was only in the sating of their appetite and hunger for self-destruction....