What are they doing in my world? Snakes - two-pronged tongues tasting the air greedily, emotionless yellow eyes observing all things moving. Men with slow thoughts of snakes, men with instinctive rections and lowly passions. All humanity is distorted by something that's real alien to anyone with human brains to think with. This is the modern world raped by medieval mumbo-jumbo.

They say religion is the highest form of human existence. But it's on the contrary: It's the reflection of the most primitive feature in man. Fear of the dark leads one to hide behind the backs of non-existent entities. When will man seize to fear the dark? Damn cowards with their fingers crossed or kneeling towards Mecca, reminds me of a snakepit or an insects' nest, worms swarming and enjoying the stinking closeness of each other. Where is the great man who will rise and show all what insanity it all is? The man who will be prepared to burn it all without a second thought? I say he might be already born; he might be still a child, preparing for his mission. He's the hero that will finally unite the whole human race.

Who are G.W.Bush and the moslem fundamentalists to shake my world? Who are they to drive us all into a clash of civilizations? Snakes entwining around each other in millions of disgusting ways. That all has nothing to do with me, and still they try to force me to choose sides! I refuse to do that, because they're both nothing but aliens to me. I curse them both when they think they can define me, judge me and act in my name. I refuse to give them nothing but utter hate.

The era of natural human self-confidence must finally dawn. Man must tower against the horizon with a proud heart free of all supernatural chains and burdens. And man must realize he's not a secret spying controller of his neighbour but a free individual who's bound to not to care about things that have nothing to do with him.

- Neon Nights, 25.5.2003 -