““Like their parents, they will be devourers, for when they can no longer consume, they become limp, raw food. That is the monster twitching behind the window shades, the sordid thing that bubbles in the kitchen. The world beyond the fortress is made of raw food, and the spirit that wanders in its wastes has a bottomless hunger that demands their devouring, their rendering into its own inanimate design. Design is ruler of the world, hungriest of all, devourer of all they can conceive.””
