This is the greatest collection of confessional illuminations and poetry that I've read since Nietzsche's Ecco Homo. It's nihilistic and therefore close to what I have felt for many years. It shows God as a detriment to a life one can live, and the truth that believing nothing in this world will only get others to ignore, ridicule and bring you to want to lie down, either in solitude or to end. How the world isn't ready, nor is it compassionate, or recognizes the soul of humanity. How God, religion and wars are one thing corrupting this world. How sing song the illuminant cries of Pessoa ring in the same angst as Young Werther in his, "Why Hast God Forsaken Me?!"