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When tripped out on the psychedelic steps of discovery, a mortal opened up his third eye and with this new sight, with the moons set and the suns risen, time stands still for this one man and his very existence. A walking scientific impossibility, a preposterous being that any normal mortal would view as a self-mutilated, religious, freak-accident maniac, born from hell with a forged birth certificate from heaven... but... regardless of any insubordinate jeers from fruitless futile beings, this 'man' holds the key. Ignore the blatant cliché but i am a mere mortal myself, friend. In conclusion, no normal mortal has the mental capacity to understand what he holds in his head. For all we can comprehend, he is but a god with a super monstrous dong.