I Irmak Tomriz a separate consciousness. I who want to be God. I who want to hear the infinite minutest vibration of eternal harmony. I who wait trembling my destruction by that aethereal music in the fire. I who hate God and give him a name. I who make mistakes on the eternal typewriter. I who am doomed but at the far end of the universe the million eyed spyder that hath no name spinneth of itself endlessly.
"For I am I: ergo, the truth of myself; my own sphinx, conflict, chaos, vortex-asymmetric to all rhythms, oblique to all paths. I am the prism between black and white: mine own unison in duality."