It 's pure genius. We simply create. We like to create. Man has always created and will not stop. It 's pure genius the man who creates endless trails around himself and others, the man who created man and the monster, the man who then runs away from their creations and genius itself. He creates and then punishes, punishing you for having created or have not created enough. Walk the world and crush the man, crushing and replaces what is explained by what is vague enough to be regarded as human, as comes from the human and the human is trapped. It 's the same trap that the Genius regurgitates dreams and horrors, which falls, in which the cradle and the cradle other men who spit dreams and horrors like him and like many others.
When God created man he did not need to speak or give the signal, we thought the genius to write and interpret his own words, follow them, betraying them, punish or absolve. And 'Genius, have faith, this is pure genius. Creating the world and acting is genius. The genie is not clear where necessary even himself, because at the end of the Genie uses what has always been known to create new puzzles to solve which will not ever know, so as to render unnecessary the presence, useless man, the actor who mixes the stand. And it is this genius?
When man created himself came to understand each other well enough to get in doubt for fun: it is the epitome of elegance of Engineers. Even in the game, the genius is genius.
Genius does not want answers, rather it feeds the Genius of questions, and gold, and happiness, the real one, who understands the splendor of the tear and enjoys it as it goes, as he dies. The Genius is nourished and looks to suffer in the cage. And enjoy. Infinitely enjoys. While enjoying the Genius creates the prison where he died of a doubt.
has come from the man who will not be created by the Engineers and that genius does not die. Not be born. But do not tell the Genius, we do not believe it.
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