Abraxas

It all begins with madness.

At the heart of knowledge is insanity. To know a thing is to forfeit sanity.

Enthusiasm begets ignorance. I shall seek confidence without passion. Informed indifference.

What real value has truth anyway? It means so much, yet reality continues in its own fashion regardless of my interest in it. I see no reason to become excited about anything.

As I come closer to the converging infinities, my sense of self sharpens, and my destiny becomes all the more clear. The path opens itself before me - knowledge is poetry.

I am the artist of knowledge. Science is an art. Truth is my brush, words are my paint, and my canvas is the minds of all those around me. I shape their fates, intertwined with my own, intertwined with the fate of all mankind.

My identity is made manifest through theirs.

Solipsism, you are so seductive. Sometimes, I just... cannot resist.

How sweet the taste of power upon the lips of depravity.

No enthusiasm. Only confidence.