· ЊЊ·БЖЛ · I now tell you of my death so that you know who you are and where you come from. I tell you of my world so that you take responsibility for your past and parallel lives. I tell you my story so that you know whom you have to thank for seeing the world through the eyes of all others now that you are dead, for experiencing the thoughts of all others as your own, all except your own. And So Spoke My Warrior · ЊЊ·БЖШ · I want you to know that I do not distinguish between those who worship you and those who curse you. For in Neverwhen, you are all the same. All except you. Yes. No. For you were never free. Never. Not because you have never died, but because you no longer remember what it is to be the Nothing, to be nothing, to be no one, to be only an empty passage in the light. To Be Free · ЊЊ·БФЖ · And you will not believe me when I tell you that the dead live here, that you too live in the realm of zombies, that you too are dead, now, and that you alone are responsible for the letters you receive from me, which you now see before you. For they do not come from me—how could they, when I have long been free? They come from you, you yourself wrote them, with your own thoughts, with a logic that surpasses your imagination and fantasy. From the Realm of the Dead
