Absence... foresight dims as space is unburdened by observation. Yet to speak of "misanthopy" is to speak too meekly. So, let us severe all relation to being. Dislodge from the global axis. All vision ceases as whipping winds blast the splintering ice... eviscerating, to the last. The amorphous gloom, now flowering out of the corpse of man, discharges puissance. And life itself is finally defeated