I Am Myself And I Am Here.

What Never Vary Are The Necessities Of Being In The World, Of Having To Labor And To Die There.

I Must Be Without Remorse Or Regrets As I Am Without Excuse; For From The Instant Of My Upsurge Into Being, I Carry The Weight Of The World By Myself Alone Without Help, Engaged In A World For Which I Bear The Whole Responsibility Without Being Able, Whatever I Do, To Tear Myself Away From This Responsibility For An Instant.

What Then Did You Expect When You Unbound The Gag That Muted Those Black Mouths? That They Would Chant Your Praises? Did You Think That When Those Heads That Our Fathers Had Forcibly Bowed Down To The Ground Were Raised Again, You Would Find Adoration In Their Eyes?

There May Be More Beautiful Times, But This One Is Ours.

You Must Be Afraid, My Son. That Is How One Becomes An Honest Citizen.