Imagine a world without God. That’s precisely what Dorian Fist counted on. He counted on being the measure of the world’s morality. Conviced that his desires, his ambitions, his schemes were at the center of knowalble reality, nothing outside of those, including delusional longing for God, nothing prevented him from his selfish amibitions. He went so far as to seek assurance of that conclusion by toying with philosophy. Little did he know such toying might lead to the shattering of vain pretences, because thinking for Dorian was just like everything else in his life: utilitarian. Useful if it excused his destructive behavior. And in the wake his unsatiable ambitions and his obcession with youth, he destroyed everything meaningful around him. But when he is confronted by his own moratality he is led by a mysterious women to a poetic vision of a unverse that cannot be unhinged from its Creator.
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