Grant Morrison - New X-Men #127-130

Xavier peddles his brand, a marketer of peace, x marking the spot around the world. Hope haunts his efforts, a red phoenix at the end of all things. Clad in white leather, a potential avatar enters the scene. The pieces begin to fall. And the author lies for the sake of cheap thrills.

"...I wonder if we have any control over our destinies, or if we are just biomass manipulated by an intelligent evolutionary process itself."