The heroes of the horror will never change. They will always have enemies, always cheat and have middle-in-the-night-rendez-vous, always be at the wrong spot at the wrong time. They will always battle their guilt and neurosis, always oppress their desires and drives, always chasse after the same dreams, hopes and temptations. And they always die a horrible death. Because if one is convinced he is a sinner and is ashamed of his actions, every sin needs payment. As long as we are ashamed of our desires, our desires will haunt and punish us.

Here, a new stage opens up. A platform of the senses, a realm where little by little, our naked drives are revealed. A structure wich keeps out every social restriction, every limitation, every rule. A mixture wich hides the ethics of the impulese, the virtue of the abyss of the monstrous.

Theatrical scenes reveal themselves, stages adn acts that are free from the fear of life anf the guilt of desir - not because there is some other higher power or force, no, but because there is no point in fearing something wich cannot touch you.

We are entering the giant conqueror worm. We have become one with his mind, his brain, his body and hearts. Its tissue protects us and keeps us safe from the outside world.

Every need, every desire, every thought and every drive can become reality inside the worm, inside this monster, without any fear od destruction or self-destruction, wothout any guilt or need for purification.