A strange, erudite man dwells alone in an unsuspecting old house located deep in the rural southern United States. The house, overgrown and concealed by dense foliage, is covered in old, cracked, black paint and lay on a large and powerful quartz crystal bed, mostly untapped. Energy emanates.
Well-studied in sacred tomes of old, this man–this strange man–spends every waking moment of his existence acquiring wisdom from which to give power to his creations, the most recent of which have been converted into maths to be multiplied and divided amongst his followers. Man = God.
I don’t know. I’m weird.
Look at the stuff: