"In irgendeinem abgelegenen Winkel des in zahllosen Sonnensystemen flimmernd ausgegossenen Weltalls gab es einmal ein Gestirn, auf dem kluge Tiere das Erkennen erfanden. Es war die hochmütigste und verlogenste Minute der »Weltgeschichte«: aber doch nur eine Minute. Nach wenigen Atemzügen der Natur erstarrte das Gestirn, und die klugen Tiere mussten sterben."

-Friedrich Nietzsche, „Über Wahrheit und Lüge im außermoralischen Sinne"

Strange, there was nothing left.

Intriguing, there was no existence.

Fascinating, there was no possibility of existence at all!

Yet it existed, the one thought. A memory maybe. But how could it be categorized as 'memory', there were no categories. There was no existence.

The image was in front of him again. The image of the man he trusted. The image of the symbol they all trusted. The image of a lie. A divine lie.

"LIAR!", his words were brave, but for naught. There are no lies when existence itself is a lie. "BUT HE IS A LIAR!" give it up already, he is no liar. He was no liar...

We were just stupid. "BUT THESE ARE LIES!" So why did you believe in them? "I HAD TO!" Why? "I LOVED THEM!" How did you love them? Like a father? Like a lover? Like a son? Like a... "LIKE A THOUGHT! LIKE AN IDEA! LIKE AN IMAGE!" Yes! That was it was like.

The only true love that exists when you have no body to satisfy, isn't this what you mean? The world of nature, the world of culture, they are all lying to you, while they are as honest as they can be. Do they err? "NO, TO ERR IS HUMAN!" but... isn't the world perceived with a human being's eyes... human? "BUT WE ADVANCED! WE BANISHED THE LIE!" Did we? No, we did not! "WE DID! WE MANAGED TO PERCEIVE! WE MANAGED TO SEE! WE MANAGED TO OVERCOME THE LIES!" You know... THAT is a lie.

The eyes you crafted to see, they were stolen and used by the liars!

The mouth you crafted to tell the truth, it was stolen and now tells stories of the liar!

The weapons you made to fight the liars, they are now used to kill the wise men!

And this is already in the past!

It is over – there is no sense in resisting. Existence has ended for you!

"NO! I MUST KILL THE LIE!"

No Mario, you are the lie!

And then, Mario was knowing!