I am not your god. I am not your demon. I am not your messiah. I am not your antichrist. I am not your dreamboat. I am not your nightmare. Of all the things that I am not, the dead pain of destroyed rivers and forests is my opposite.

The living network of eyes, shining in birth and hope, this is like unto the self I know. I am their heartbeats, the aches of their mothers, the heroism of their true fathers. Like this I am. And not alike with these other apparitions.