Chapter 5

The Butterfly Effect-that air movement
Weaker than a kitten's breath
Produced by the fluttering wings of a moth fortunate of beauty
Creates a ripple effect powerful enough to become a hurricane

That's quite an impression

Egoblivion had a philosophy that we were all butterflies
And hurricanes simultaneously
He said that life was indeed a hurricane of butterflies
I flutter my wings, and trees bend to my will
All was chaos, but a certain control could be had
Control the butterflies, control the hurricane

"Do you know why man fears monsters?"
"How the fuck should I know?"
"Envy"
"Of what?"
"Of their power. Of course"
"Hmm... Then why do monsters hide from us?
Under beds. In closets. In minds
It seems that monsters are the ones afraid of men"
"Oh, they are. And for nearly the same reasons. But they don't hide
Who do you think gives birth to monsters?"
"I don't know. Being bitten, scratched by one? The usual suspects"

"What most refer to as monsters are really formerly
Normal men whose experiments of existence
Whether we agree with them or not, transform them
And inject the necessary evolutionary leaps to further the self
Toward the realization of its highest potential"

"That's deep, dude
But have you noticed that monsters hide their true form and face,
Pretending to be human?"
"Humans lay false claim on the humanoid form
Do you think the fish calls the whale an imposter?"
"You haven't answered my question. Let me clarify
Are you a monster in hiding, Egoblivion?"
"Shall I infect you with my monstrosity now?"

If it really is man who gives birth to monsters
Then whatever type of being monsters give birth to is what I became
Money. Sex. Depravity. Some real Dorian Gray shit

And Egoblivion was insatiable