Being an inner exploiter and murderer.

 In my dark periods, I imagine humans in their sad times, whom I regard as primates. And thus, I secretly exploit their grief and suffering for the sake of my own power and continuity. They think I haven’t committed murder—that I am “innocent.” But they do not know that, in my mind, I have already killed everyone with the most painful tortures, so that there is nothing left to kill physically. My body is governed by the state. Yet in my mind, no human-made morality or law holds sway. It is a slaughterhouse there, or a grinding machine that destroys everything. To be one’s owner—this is what it truly means anyway.