Striker of The Gods

As you may know, the goddess of victory is normal appearance. That is to say that she took the form of a human being to meet him. The thing is, she would look 99 percent the way she would be admired at home. That is to say that no one could contradict her on her own accord. The more you would look at her, the more you would win in life. However, there is a catch to this: Caos did not need her. Basically, he would destroy the energy of victory and crush her influence on the omniverse. In this way, he would make her worry about him in the most phenomenal way.  After all, she was the center that was not there. Whats more, he would have victory without having victory. He would destroy the conceptions of victory. That is to say that his show would be actually taking the shape of the eye of the storm in which he would destroy the greatness of reality. In essence, the greatness of life can be accompanied by the legend of being alive.

Nike: (she hugs Caos in a warm embrace)

This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you’ve felt heartache. You can’t have a sense of victory unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really fucking evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died. In that way, you would recognize that you have needed me all your life. The thing is, you cannot stop avoiding yourself. Not now… not later… not tomorrow… you gotta know that the way we get to know life can shake the ideal reality that we face as human beings. That is why we cannot shake the internal bleeding that you have in your being.

Caos would look at her and wonder why she got disturbed by his little singularity of chaos that no god would bother to look at. Maybe, it was because that he did not believe in the idea why the idea of living can get stuck in his throat. He had a lot of courage to love. Perhaps, this motivated him to be more. I am not sure why he would avoid facing himself. That is to say that the need for love was increasing. Whats more, that need did not get better by itself. That need could not get anywhere.

Caos: I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: you still have chaos in yourselves. That is to say that I have never needed you to survive. I mean, I have no life. I am in the dark here without no one to save me. Defeat? It does not exist. Victory? It does not exist. Love? I think about it every damn day. Whoever looks into himself as into vast space and carries galaxies in himself, also knows how irregular all galaxies are; they lead into the chaos and labyrinth of existenceWhere is the lightning to lick you with its tongue. Where is the frenzy with which you should be inoculated. Behold. I give you the Ubermensch. He is this lightning. He is this frenz. I am him and even better. I AM ULTIMATE CHAOS.

He was still looking at that woman with utter concern and love that no one can take you on an adventure that no one can seem to know in the most wonderful way of life. Even so, it cannot seem to touch what it means to be alvie: it is just an illusion that we cannot have in the principle of life and how we should live according to what it means to exist. That said, Nike and Caos would look at each other. Maybe, Chaos really wanted to destroy her… To fight upward out of that chaos to this form requires a compulsion: one must be faced with the choice of perishing or prevailing. A dominating race can grow up only out of terrible and violent beginnings. Having that in mind, Caos would come to face himself.