Because whether you murder or not, that’s the trouble, it makes no difference in the maddening void which doesn’t care what we do – all we know is that everything is alive otherwise it wouldn’t be here – the rest is speculation, mental judgements of the reality of the feeling of a good or bad, this or that, nobody knows the holy white truth because it is invisible –

All the saints have gone to the grave with the same pout as the murderer and the hater, the dirt doesn’t discriminate, it’ll eat all lips no matter what they did and that’s because nothing matters and we all know it –

But what we gonna do?

Pretty soon there’ll be a new kind of murderer, who will kill without any reason at all, just to prove that it doesn’t matter, and his accomplishment will be worth no more and no less than beethoven’s last quartets and boito’s requiem…