this.
Through centuries of scourges and disasters, brought about by your code
of morality, you have cried that your code had been broken, that the
scourges were punishment for breaking it, that men were too weak and
too selfish to spill all the blood it required. You damned men, you
damned existence, you damned this earth, but never dared to question
your code. Your victims took the blame and struggled on, with your
curses as reward for their martyrdom - while you went on crying that
your code was noble, but human nature was not good enough to practice
it. And no one rose to ask the question: Good? - by what standard?
- I'm working to improve my methods, and every hour I save is an hour added to my life.
For centuries, the battle of morality was fought between those who
claimed that your life belongs to God and those who claimed that it
belongs to your neighbors - between those who preached that the good is
self-sacrifice for the sake of ghosts in heaven and those who preached
that the good is self-sacrifice for the sake of incompetents on earth.
And no one came to say that your life belongs to you and that the good
is to live it.
a few choice excerpts. the last one. BOOM HEADSHOT.