Dear God:

Been down one times.
Been down two times.

Never going back again.

Brian & Nietzsche

[Or, when you tell your new therapist that you just want to be able to tell yourself the story of your own life, and instead of cringing in existential dread as he did when you brought up the weapon scene in 2001: A Space Oddessy, he grins affibly and agrees vigorously—yes, that is the purpose of therapy, and that is why he is here with you now. What would the Obelisk say about its visit to Earth? How does it feel to be an ancient geometric Storm Trooper from a long-fallen civilization? To propigate geometry upon an innocent nacient race on the other side of the galaxy? Ambasador of the forgotten—like an infection of logic, clinging to anything that can think, choking off light.]