Welcome, Pilgrim. Have you ever wondered why God created us 
in his own image just to watch us toil and compete for the 
scraps of nature? Did you know that God is watching you 
while you fornicate and masterbate. He sees you when your
sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He is the panopticon
the all seeing eye. The over-seer. The super-visor. The 
watcher. Watching your love turn into jealousy. Your hatred
turn into ambivalence.

Since the promise of God's love inevitably turns into the 
experience of violence, cruelty and betrayal, we (mankind)
have created a science out of perfecting this sampling of 
examples through the use of our own creation: the machine.

Like God unto Man, the machine is created in the image of
its creator, at once concrete and tangible, an abstraction
of the body that produced it. No longer is the machine 
confined to the prison of our muscle power. Since the 
advent of the computer, the tangible abstraction is the 
mind itself, and the word made flesh, the language of 
Adam in the garden, that fascist language, that at once
signifies, encloses, names, and knows all at once, which 
creates as it is spoken, as in *let there be...*

But nothing lasts in corpus mundi. Not the echo of our 
voice nor the scars of history. They become buried in the
wormy earth, what the skeleton of a man is to the 
experience of living. 

Let me get to the point. You are a religious zealot of a 
platform independent denomination who wishes to eradicate
the self-indulgent masses. Inspired by the glory of God,
you quite literally play the devil, punishing the wicked,
much the way Thomas de Torquemada was a bizarre caricature 
of the devil nominally fighting for Christ. 

You are experiencing a greate "BECOMING," for with every 
life you take, the life is absorbed in your essence and 
you are fattened on the power of the deceased. Soon you 
realize you've no longer the mere power of a man/woman
/children but a god/goddess/alien/artificial intellectual.
Though many fat whores with diseases, and cane carrying 
pimps may stand in your way, you are none the less resolved
in the greater glory of your all-loving God to purge the 
world of the feculent and the wicked, that good may reign
at last somehow. 
