I want nothing, and God knows that. I just want to help you, to liberate you, because hell is… there are no words to describe it. […] Imagine in this world, when you’re so hungry and you’re so thirsty and you can’t eat – imagine that 10,000 times more. Then you will know the suffering in hell. That is some of the hells. Not to talk about the devils will poke you, pinch you, slam you, slice you, cut you into pieces, and then you become whole again, and then they do the same thing again: cut you again, slice you again, spear you again. Imagine all that. If you really like the scenery, please continue eating animal-people meat, continue partaking in the murder of the innocent beings, like cow- and pig- and goat- and dog- and cat-people, whoever not, fish- and duck- and chicken-people. Continue eating them so that you can go to your “favorite” housing, residence, in that relentless hell, and let people treat you the same like you treat the animal-people. […]
And one day, a week before, or maybe more than a week ago, I saw the Sun coming out from the leaves. Not coming out, but you can see sometimes He flips out among the thick leaves of the forest. So I went in to take the camera, and I said, “Sun, I’m going to take Your photograph now. Can You just stay still or be big, be bright and all that for me?” Then He did. […] But some of the scenery I took, there’s no Sun. I just see the buttons, many buttons on the photographs. […] He said, “It’s a special Sun-language, our simple, quiet language. We don’t speak loud. Sometimes we use images to talk.” […]
