This will all one day break down, my dreams will break down, my waking life will break down, everything will be made of smaller and smaller parts, and each part will move of its own accord with its own will--yes, all of this will one day break down into tiny parts that move and live of their own accord and energy, and I will be made of a thousand pieces, I will no longer be whole, I will no longer be a being. I will be the Many, the Many that is divine, the secret Many that is God. I will have a dozen hands and a hundred legs, and I will scamper down into the crevices and under the city; I will live as a troll under the city. I am thoroughly repulsive and hideous (I am worm and centipede): I am the god with a hundred scampering legs, the god who runs about on insect legs seeking pleasures and trying to avoid death and injury. This is why there was a double-precipice in my dream (for I am made of double nature). This is why I am constantly looking about for crumbs and bits of fat. I am the god who looks about himself for pleasures, and does not reflect on his desire for pleasures, and flees pain, and does not reflect on his fear of pain. I love sticky surfaces and filthy apartments.