Naskar has never sought for recognition, neither should Naskareans. Work my soldiers, work – work for the welfare of this world with the last ounce of valiance in your veins. Only then shall you stand bold and proud, with a smile on your face, as a testament to my life. I don’t want to live in my words – I want to live through you – I want you to be the proof that there ever was a human called Naskar. I exist, when you exist – as the absolute epitome of humanness possible – when you don’t, I don’t.

I don’t want your allegiance – to me or anybody else! Allegiance is too petty a term to define what I want of you – for I don’t want your allegiance – I want your annihilation – your absolute apocalyptic annihilation – for the ascension of humanity! Can you do that? Then what are you waiting for! Burn my books, and go lift the world! Let me live in your blood, not in books.