What I would not pay to become either the student or master of the old man in the mountain Keep, Lord of Alamut,

What I would not pay to become either the student or the master of the old man in the mountain Keep, Lord of Alamut,

Only an idiot can teach another idiot, and harry him on

to the path that shall deliver to him his woman
from the curse of this all benevolent universe.

Lord of Mountain! Old and Mortal Man!

Curse me when I am in triumph,

grab my hand if I laugh out of control,

whip me when I try to be obedient,

murder me when I am omnipotent,

Teach! Teach! Friend, Master, Co-mate!

I desire a bitterer Rod than grapevines,

I deserve a more ignoble death than that of a traitor.

I want whole universe 's spite.

I want to sin more than the worst sinner,

and be punished more vilely than all the holiest saints.

Torment, teach me! Let me be wise! I am a monkey and a donkey!

Set me upon the profane path of Sunset!

Let me have faith in no Gods, no devils and in no Man!

Let me drink the Desert, profoundly in nights darkling!

Let me choke on sustenance called sand!

Echo! Echo! Empty let my echoes be! Let me be in despair,

And have all the miseries and truths of the world in my hand!

Strike down my name from all records, let me be a swirling nothingness!

I will to devour the world through smoke and lava,

but perhaps my heat is even higher and more glorified,

It will be a beam of darkness shot against the brilliant arrow of time.

my dear Ibn-Sabbah, at the end.

we are just two drunk and sad blokes down on their luck

without either a real bosom woman or a true bosom friend.

We all wish to banish this universe,

instead of being banned from it...

(afterthoughts of reading a novel)