然後提一下在這本書裡講到了關於亞空間的說法，應該是出自卡楊本人的自言自語。
我很難講述說這說了甚麼，也想不到要怎麼翻譯比較很，就...反正你們就看看吧

That is when life within the Great Eye ceased to feel like purgatory. The war-touched void became a haven, and it's power promised opportunity.
I have told you there is a malevolence in the warp, and this is true. But it is not the whole truth.
When you hear those of us among the "Armies of the Damned" speak of the Gods and their Neverborn children, you are hearing us lie to ourselves. Not for the joy of ignorance, but for the necessity of it. We perceive these things in this way for the solace of sanity.
Any psyker, be they soulbound to the Golden Throne or ascending amongst the officer ranks of the Adeptus Astartes, knows the simple truth: that a human soul is a light in the dark. A soul is a beacon in the layer that lies behind reality, and daemons are drawn to such soulfires by eternal, malicious hunger.
The soul of a psyker, the most valuable prize of all, burns a hundred times as bright.
Yes, all true. And no, all wrong.
Do you know what really lies beyond the veil? Can you conceive of what the warp really is?
Us.
It is us. The truth is that there is nothing in the galaxy but us. It is our emotions, our shadows, our hates and lusts and disgusts that lie in wait on the other side of reality. That's all. Every thought, every memory, every dream, every nightmare that any of us have ever had.
The Gods exist because we gave birth to then. They are our own vileness and fury and cruelty fiven form, imbued with divinity because we cannot conceive of anything so powerful without giving it a name. The Primordial Truth. The Pantheon of Chaos Undivided. The Ruinous Powers. The 'Dark Gods'... And, forgive me, I can barely speak that last name without forcing my scribe, the patient and diligent servitor, to record nothing but breathy laughter for several moments.
The warp is a mirror that swirls with the smoke of our burning souls. Without us there would be no refletion, no patterns to perceive, no shadow of our desires. when we look into the warp, it looks back. It looks back with our eyes, with the life we have given it.
The eldar believe they damned themselves. Perhaps, perhaps not. Whether they accelerated or heralded their demise is irrelevant; they were damned the moment the first ape-like human picked up a rock and used it to break open his brother's skull.
We are alone in this galaxy. Alone with the nightmares if all who have lived and hoped and raged and wept before us. Alone with our ancestors' nightmares.
So remember these words. The Gods do not hate us. They do not scream for the destruction of all we hold dear. They are us. They are our sins coming home to the hearts that gave them life.
We are the Gods, and the hells we have made are our own.