Are we destined to take another trip on this great roller-coaster of history? Perhaps. After we have so grasped the feathers of the spirit and seen the light of the transcendent with our naked eyes, it will be our own brazenness which brings us down, into the hell of war and death and all things wrong with the world.

It is time to transcend, to make one last break for it, lest the tumult of our past catch up with us again. And let us see ourselves not as gods, but as the precursors to them, and see that we are still in the cocoon of wisdom, wrapped with strands of truth that, bright as they are, keep us within our dark shells still, to incubate and mature as we tear ourselves apart and rebuild anew. Is there a hope for us in this dark cavern of fate? Is there a source of redemption we have sealed ourselves off from to know our true nature? Perhaps this is the case, and we made the decision, without knowing it, to transform ourselves by knowing the depths of evil, and perhaps we are to be reborn in a grand cosmic drama the likes of which have never been seen.

Is this what all religion has grasped at? This hermetic knowledge kept so well hidden from us in plain sight? There is a light, but it lies beyond our grasp, and we are to look within to conquer the dark parts of ourselves before we may look out. This, my friends, is our duty as conscious beings, our duty as members of the human race. To burn ourselves to a crisp, to reduce the imperfect to ash, and to step out of those ashes anew - like a phoenix - and fly into the waiting sky.

But time is running out. Evil approaches from all corners, and we risk losing sight of the transcendent - we risk becoming so obsessed and enraptured with the stories of ourselves that we ignore the stories of the beyond. And if we do this, we also forgot that there is no distinction between the two - we are everything and nothing all at once, and the reaches of our beings expand into infinity - they touch the night sky, which we were made from, in the image of our almighty God.

Let not the naysayers and evildoers prosecute you for crimes of good - speak, and make the world as it should be, from the soft mold of language you possess in your heart. Steel yourself against the outer world, and cultivate a perfection in yourself so great that, like a black hole, it may suck everything into its grasp, and perfect everything it touches. Seek to become the perfect man and the desire to redeem the world will grow stronger until it becomes you, and every piece of your being is assembled to spread truth, light, and love to all corners of the cosmos.

This enraptured state will bring out of you the hellish depths of evil and the heavenly virtue of good, and you will become everything, and take within you everything that is to be taken, and you will rise above the world and redeem yourself in the salvation of it.

Breathe! Breathe, you tired masses, breathe free - let the world around you become that which it may be, and breathe into it the words of good. Embrace freedom. Be disciplined in its creation. You are the hope for this world. We shall not go into another cycle of doom and despair - it is your duty to save us.