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Let Us Admit That Most Of Us Writers Feel An Essential Aversion To Politics. By Taking Such A Position, However, We Accept The Perverted Principle Of Specialization, According To Which Some Are Paid To Write About The Horrors Of The World And Human Responsibility And Others To Deal With Those Horrors And Bear The Human Responsibility For Them.

The Salvation Of This Human World Lies Nowhere Else Than In The Human Heart, In The Human Power To Reflect, In Human Meekness And Human Responsibility.

But If I Were To Say Who Influenced Me Most, Then I'd Say Franz Kafka. And His Works Were Always Anchored In The Central European Region.

The Previous Regime ... Reduced Man To A Means Of Production And Nature To A Tool Of Production. Thus It Attacked Both Their Very Essence And Their Mutual Relationship. It Reduced Gifted And Autonomous People To Nuts And Bolts In Some Monstrously Huge, Noisy, And Stinking Machine.

Man Is A Part Of The World, And His Spirit Is Part Of The Spirit Of The World. We Are Merely A Peculiar Mode Of Being, A Living Atom Within It, Or, Rather, A Cell That, If Sufficiently Open To Itself And Its Own Mystery, Can Also Experience The Mystery, The Will, The Pain, And The Hope Of The World.