God's might on the Devil's will

"That huge mighty monster has come again.
He's here – watching me, in his eyes the blinks and flashes of computation.
He's thinking, reflecting – the position of his jaw, relaxed (with lips closed), slowly and lightly swinging.
The position of his right hand – he's right-handed – left in mid air, fluttering – actually motionless.
It's the arm that flutters, moving it.
This is "HOW?" mode.
He's trying to compute out "how" – how to use me.
It's always so dark in his eyes when he watches me.
He never tries to consider me, at least, as a piece of matter worth in itself its existence – he considers me not being worth.
My worth is what I can be useful to.
I must only yield, not be.
He conserves and maintains me only because, to yield, I must exist.
It would be the same if he had a wife only to have children – and out of her yielding sons, she, in his eyes, wouldn't simply exist.
When he has to do with me, he only cares about my functioning – the only parts of me that he cares for are those necessary to my working.
He actually doesn't respect me at all.
He often hurts me - getting angry, in his beasty way, with me - since he isn't able to get what he wants.
And though he knows me well.
Still, he doesn't remember the way I am - so the way I work.
The main problem, for me, is that I CAN'T ABSOLUTELY defend myself. I'm in his hands, literally. I cannot react, block him - interfere in any way on what I DO: he decides it, and stop.
You may say - yeah, I'm actually paralyzed. It's like being constantly raped.
I don't even imagine to ask him to ASK me what I want; in his eyes, I don't have a will.
I don't have a will as his, so I don't have a will at all.
That my will is justice, and isn't wayward whining as his, he can't simply picture it.
He's so stupid and so mighty.
He's always wronging, with me.
Apparently he has still to discover which is my head, between the extremities.
He's always nervous, and many a time he's destroyed one like me – because of that sudden outburst of anger I can only justify in preschool children.
He's mighty as a God to humans – but such a Devil in will.
Here it goes, he takes me."

Nagato Uzumaki looked through the glass.
He chuckled saying "Well…the past at last has come. I was waiting." He continued laughing and turned to the blue-haired woman thereby:
"See, he's chosen his new Uzumaki to look after.
Strange it doesn't remember him of me. Well, I still think he didn't know I'm an Uzumaki. Nor that I know that Uzumaki. I'm tired."
He put down the glass and watched himself doing this.
Yes, he watched himself.

"Look at him. The human, seed of the poisoned star that fell to earth.
This one thinks of himself as god.
What God?
Humans still can't distinguish between 'excel' and 'exceed'.
Omnia Plus Ultra, some human said.
Ever to excel, ever to go further.
There is this slight difference, though, between going 'ultra' the actual state and going 'ultra' THE state – the right one.
Drift astray and struggle to evolve – these are completely different things.
From the place you are now – OKAY, you move the same – but how can't you differentiate between FORWARD and ASTRAY?
Look at this one – he wanted to go 'ultra' the current human – and ended up blistering, though free of shame, in the pits of self-rebirth.
Now he puts me down.
One of his bodies puts me down.
He's – it's? Is it a human or a used thing, as I am? – he's laughing – apparently the thing he saw through me pleased him.
Lucky of me, he won't bother me – misusing me as usual.
I only know one thing – I don't know, being I a mere thing, whether a God created us or we things evolved, pacing and dancing through time, this current system of ours.
I only know a thing: better that humans remember they ARE things, too – they are physically existing.
The inner world they 'picture' in their mind – which has to be the coincidental RECONSTRUCTION of the physical surroundings – well, they can make it differ.
They will believe they live therein – here comes the hint of mine.
If they do, they will still be existing OUT OF IT.
And physically existing means 'the lies in your head won't change it'.
Humans should just remember that THEY AREN'T inside the story they write.
THEY ARE OUT OF IT.
HELPLESS, HUNGRY AND ALONE.
As things."