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.
