Господът е "идеално" мъртъв, спасил е себе си, спасил е учителя ми, спасил е Лизи, спасил е нас, казвам аз, от боговете, от себе си (ето в едно изречение Ницше, "Gott ist tot" е надпис върху чекмедже). Цялото възможно богословие се върти около това. И нека още веднъж, в изпълнение на William Smith, прочетем от филма "Conan the Barbarian" (1981) Бащината заръка (виж и фр. "Сватбата", link): "Fire and wind come from the sky, from
the gods of the sky. But Crom is your god. Crom, and he lives in the
earth. Once, giants lived in the earth, Conan. And in the darkness of
chaos, they fooled Crom, and they took from him the enigma of steel.
Crom was angered. And the earth shook. And fire and wind struck down these
giants, and they threw their bodies into the waters. But in their rage,
the gods forgot the secret of steel and left it on the battlefield. We,
who found it, are just men. Not gods. Not giants. Just men. And the secret of
steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle,
Conan. You must learn its discipline. For no one - no one in this world
can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts (посочва той в шепот меча - б. м.) ... This you can trust." Except for one man, woman and beast not of this world (Lzzy).
