title: "Birth of NHUME"
...with exalted, trembling voice:
"Come, my dear, take rib of my ribs, life of my life, and come to exist... dressed in all my imagination splendor... Don't care about the bleeding... Here where we'll exist, we are immortals... I have infinite life to feed my demons and angels, in a realm large enough for my lust to exist "
The concept of daring to bring to life your imagination, mmm... what a beautiful feeling surrounds me, the ecstatic feeling of shaping into forms our imagination needs that cry to exist and which are usually strangulated by our mundane man made reality. A reality too small, too poor to exist in like a little slave, while your imagination hungers to be what we are intended to be : Little Gods