Reason, I Sacrifice You To The Evening

It Is No Use Painting The Foot Of The Tree White, The Strength Of The Bark Cries Out From Beneath The Paint.

In The Whole World No Poor Devil Is Lynched, No Wretch Is Tortured, In Whom I Too Am Not Degraded And Murdered.

I Have A Different Idea Of A Universal. It Is Of A Universal Rich With All That Is Particular, Rich With All The Particulars There Are, The Deepening Of Each Particular, The Coexistence Of Them All.

Communism Has Served Us Ill In Having Us Swap A Living Brotherhood For What Looks To Have The Features Of The Coldest Of All Chill Abstractions.

A Man Screaming Is Not A Dancing Bear. Life Is Not A Spectacle.