once. I used to believe in art and beauty and all that. I used to put heart first, and believe that cold intellect was poisoning humanity.

The world of creativity, of art and beauty, responded by kicking me out. I pledged my soul to these things, and it was used for a time, then discarded. The world of art was shown to be elitist, piggish and ungrateful.

I am saying this to art: you are not allowed to do that.

You are not allowed to discard me because I do not satisfy your aesthetic ambitions. I am not to be toyed with.

I have seen that there is no enterprise to art: it consists of an elaborate excuse for people who are bad at math to be allowed to hang out with their friends.

Science, on the other hand, has welcomed me. The cold truths of the universe are there no matter how ugly or impermanent an individual person makes me feel.

So I am lending my services to science, and pledging my opposition to art. I could have been your ally: I could have been a valuable tool in the service of your cause. But you have made an enemy of me. I will tear down the aesthetic world.

My entire life will be dedicated to ensuring that the people who abandoned me have no cozy world to return to: they will have to find some way to survive, naked and alone in the world of scientific truth. You will have nothing when I am through with you.

Art is dead, art will die. I will break open the disgusting houses you ran away from me into. It did not have to be this way.

If you treat me like a man, then I am a man. Treat me like a monster, then I am a monster.