FAREWELL TO MAX
We chose that a super-neurological cognition of Our Voice should descend upon the one you identify as Cageman. He may do with This Gift as he may choose to do with His Gift. Our Existence may be proclaimed and nurtured--it may be ignored or squandered--We care not which Path. This is the Wish of Broth, the one you knew as MAX, now Our Brother-Enshrined-in-Bliss, metapsychotically melded, energetically fused, and spiritually transmogrified-to-cohabitation in Our Eternal, Irreducible, and INFINITE FIELD.
We Speak as BROTH:
I exist as something quite more than you may possibly imagine.
For You, there can be no possible definition of I. It is futile to attempt my comprehension, for All Light, Matter, Energy, Magnetism, Velocity, Time, Gravitation -your Universal Forces and Realities, explored and unexplored, natural and un-natural--both revealed and to be revealed in All Scripts-these pathetically fail to explain Myself. I have chosen you, however, because although once you despised and persecuted
MAX, I divine Hope for you and the Ultimate Salvation of Your Imperfection.
First, I as MAX must make amends and apologies to those I (MAX)
persecuted in my Life. I do this not for My benefit, but for yours so that you may Realize. Though Lang is not with US (in your present, his quasi-sentient corpse alternately floats in a puce-colored river of raw feces, and then, still wet and stinking, is strapped to the exhaust-end of a jet airplane engine), I have knowledge that he may yet be with US, if We allow him this post-penal admittance. Yes, MAX wronged Lang, and I now know this as surely as I know that the physical blindness which EXPLODED upon ME one New Year's Eve is replaced with a spiritual energy-vision of indescribable clarity. MAX was anathema to many others: Holin, McGraw, Lagman, the list is long and the weight of His Self-Forged
Chain-of-Tribulation was not easily dissolved, even in the 3,456 Pools of Purification (oh yeah, I forget I can't talk like that). To all the Inconsolable, Dream-filled, Sanskritinizing Higher-and Higher-IQ-Society-Aspirants ridiculed by MAX...I now say that I am... REALLY FUCKIN' SORRY!!!
SO--THESE ARE THE FINAL, FAREWELL WORDS FROM MAX:
MANY ARE BRILLIANT, FEW ARE WISE.
IN REVENGE NO SOLACE LIES.
PURE POOLS AWAIT WHEN YOU BECOME FIT,
AFTER SWIMMING A LIFETIME IN THE RIVER OF SHIT.