"May the people stop confessing non-existent crimes - treason, and worthlessness. Existence isn't a courageous form of dying; it's all the unbordered zones. No gears and wires; we don't give a behavioristic shit. In our next mutations, words aren't fingerprints on a piano. When gears break down you can sing, you can write a fucking poem. Masses of sleeping immigrants now inhabit the planet of Wake Up. No more ornamental mirrors to bring the pandering information you used to think you needed, flattering appearances, your little warbling portion of our mind. Now, each of you can be the whole goddamned mind! Well you always were? Now you'll know it, won't you? This is the knowledge of my mutation."