I bring objects together, I arrange objects and set each where it ought to go, I mix and combine, I set in pairs or set alone, I mix in the proper liquids, I mix in the proper elements and chemicals. I am making a suicide, says God: this shall be my lovely suicide. I shall work and work on him and fashion him--he shall be my suicide, a lovely thing. I shall set the parts where they ought to go, I shall mix in the correct chemicals, I shall combine this element with that element--and the result shall be a suicide, a fallen creature. This is my project: to create a suicide. This shall be my proof to the world that death is a good thing--for without death this creature I am making would be in such complete agony I could only be called sadistic. Certainly the creation of the suicide is a difficult achievement--an utter miracle.