At the end is you, and me. We will engulf ourself In the hottest of hellfire and gaze upon the dying stars. No one else is here. Do you exist? I do not know. Do I exist? This i'm sure of : no, I do not exist, I have no meaning upon this deeply perverted planet. Now. Listen. Listen to the waves. Listen to the harsh electronic sounds of this catalogue, listen and become one with those glowing faded stars. you are not one of them yet dear, yet you may become on in practice.