“The ego endlessly seeks new ways to preserve itself in its own ignorance. Every flash of the light,
every glimmer of the truth appears to it as a falsehood, as a lie, while every stroke of the darkness brings a sense of security.
The pit from which I strive to emerge has no form, but instead dissolves into thousand endless voids.
At last, I have found the path in you. The old gods dwell at the threshold of heart chambers, touching each other gently until the death.“

– from Hype, a theatre play written by me