Yes to put it briefly because I haven't much time, there are no races - as there are no breads or species - and no genders and no types and no ...no...self. Hell, There's nothing. I'm not even here. We're all this mass of uniform non-distinct nothingness. That's what the weaklings will have you believing because how else can they feel better about their own inadequacies than by lowering what they can never reach down into the mud of annihilation? Remember people, the more you want to belong to this idea of this greater self the more weak and pathetic you are. I wish I could tell you how sad you all are but, alas, I have but so much time to waste on the undeserving.
