Blasphemy: Chapter of the End and the Beginning

I can talk to the sparrows that have fallen on the steps, because loneliness can create illusions. I know that every rain has too much meaning. People without umbrellas should be sad. How much suffering do we have to endure in order to live peacefully in the world? The bird that flew away had no answer, and perhaps he had no joy or frustration. The wind is like a colorless river, and the last sunset will fade away in the tide. When the death knell rings for the fall of God, it will also be the prelude to the rebirth of God. This is my story of killing gods and saving the world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.