I had a dream. I saw the ‘wise’ of the age crossing over the plains like a herd of wildebeests, each following the other.

I asked the young man at the rear, ‘Pray tell me child, where art though going?’

I am following the wise ones; they have killed God and now there’s only light.’

My son, if they have killed God, there is no light, only dark dense nothingness were everything is permissible and all life is in vain.