"And I... I will become the God of this New World!"
~Death Note, episode one: "Rebirth"
At first it is a morbid joke that you entertain in grotesque curiosity.
But then, suddenly, your little distasteful joke becomes not-so little and morphs into quite the divinely damning disaster.
Isn't that right?
Your moral purity was tainted the moment you decided you were above your peers and teachers and instead opted to look out the window.
If only, yeah?
Oh dear. You seem to have adopted a goal with the Notebook: purification of the tarnished world coupled with ascension to Godhood, am I correct?
Oh, but what kind of God would you make? You're far too human... Far too imperfect... Far too corrupt for such a thing.
Don't misconstrue me, now!
...too late, then?
"A Perfect World ruled by a perfect God," you repeat as you ponder the pen in your hand, completing a stroke of beautiful calligraphic destruction. "Perfect God..."
No being is perfect, you know. No plant, animal, human, or divine.
Perfection is a myth, a story read to children at night.
Don't go chasing fairytales, Raito Yagami. You will only be met with your own abject disappointment and subsequent destruction.
But who am I to tell a God what to do?
No, I should just keep my mouth shut and simply observe your inevitable glorious, desperate downfall.
So that is exactly what I will do. Unlike Ryuk, I know how to behave around one such as yourself.
So I do believe that I shall leave you to your convoluted rhetorical scheme.
For now.