We are bodies of water, suspended corpses in constant motion, the fluidity an affront to the very fetters that bind us all to the soil The fraught and the simple, ever fleeing droughts' sordid octave Ever threatening collapse, ever enticing cartographic want In this, we have seen you rage and commanded your witness to our wants May the seeds of hubris be cast out upon the field in the midst of spring In that, true glory is for it itself to be cast out, shunned and relegated to the contempt so owed Så besudlad voro världen i sin linda funnen av oss alla Slutet på vår likgiltighet skall först bli till när vi gästats av kallet Strävan efter ständig tillvaro; innan finns blott nuets varaktighet Tingens ordning är vare sig sanna eller beständiga utan att först ha inmundigas av sinnets krav I detta må vi alla finna den sista tröst och den första sanningen Ur detta skolen vi giva eder den värld som så besannas av bekräftan Ty intet mer kan skapa än dödens framskjutna löfte, att utan börd eller mark har vi inget, inget som ingen annan har, och att i denna tillvaro finns inget som giver sinnet frid Ta därmed vid och begjut fundamentet med såväl svett som blod och lovorda då den ordning som är så sprungen därur En enda hemlig gnista som kan rubba jorden och rota mannen And yet as he stands intoxicated as it were by immortality. May the truth riddle the core; aware that man can die, for he has done just that once To cast off these terrors we must seek out those particular systems, seeking to support themselves The unquestioned faith in the future being laid bare by the very observance of a dying brethren Upon this may the first pilar be built, and for its sake shall it so too be reduced to ruble The true illness to which every polis shall succumb is to the death of luxury Collapse as the uncontrolled decentralization of our order, behold the first and the last of all your wants From this we set out to temper all tides but our own For 'there is no beast as savage as a man possessed of power answerable only to his own rage' To this end may you be the oxen, ever trodding in that rut. Are they ever fully aware of those revolutions' impending destination? Do they seek to ritualize their work, that the banal be so reformed into the ethical limits of might? Nay, we shall never so grant you the charge but that of the fury of despair, so that you shall forever too enjoy the peace of exhaustion For should you ever grow great by folly, we shall seek out the bonds of each love and set in motion the force of deprivation So too you gaze upon the destruction once wrought and witness the desolation gaze back; may you console one another as brethren, ever embracing interred in earth And you shall grow to love such acts, and idolize its form For the supreme moment is not found in the sacrifice but in the moment that the triumph is so elated completely; the inoculation of the specter by the familiar The call for silence meet by libations, the thirst not stilled by wine but by blood All this ask the men of old, besieged by hesitation and endowed by the works of indifference And therefore shall you too seek it out, replicated until the next assume those robes Only then, upon the cusp of your last breath shall you see clearly And yet upon this too shall it be proclaimed: 'Behold the infirmities of age!' For the foundations laid by man is the night, the darkness emptied of its nothingness, the container of all which we have brought forth, the wealth of the infinitive, the intimacy of neglect; those are ours and yours alone to seek. Cast aside, the world presents itself with one face turned in perpetual horror, the other side so transfixed in reverence of the folly Ty mannen har så förskjutit det naturliga, och det naturliga vore då att förskjuta mannen For there is a torrent of rage inside man, one which he sets out to temper with veneration Är detta inte likt tvenne väsen utan proportion? His body in constant conflict with itself; Likt en båge av ojämförlig kraft som har fört honom till branten av sin egen hemvist; For does not all which is enhanced also carry with it an element of the degenerate? The order of sanctity is a strain upon existence; inte en födelse så mycket som helhetens kval. Den lott han själv har tillskansat sig, Then the ultimate performance of power is the final subjugation of the self; och inom egna väggar tolkat vishetens påbud The turning onto oneself Att förlora kriget mot sig själv; likt ett lånat rike som måste återbördas kronan Like an enraged bull who does not know where to direct his fury For but all his struggles are but to hide the fact that even life itself is fire And we shall ritualize conquest into the finest form of vanity For you who drinks soil in constant fever, disposing of it such as ejected air, casting it out to the ages without end or respect. Hath desolation not proven its worth once again for those of you who dare seek either our change or replication? You shall be set back, you who have set out to be master of the earth yet have no foot of ground to call your own Carry it downwards; and may it bring you that claim That which was once the privy of men is now but dust in the streets As complexity beacons: 'magnum et terribile nomen' So unto others, the terrors breeds many kinds of terrors, and fortune has equally many faces Pray that these terrors not but turn inward, ingesting the very vastness and concealing the greatness He sets himself apart And in so doing has chosen an ideal placement for the unborns wager to rest forgotten