The Fate Of Man Is Man.

We Often Do Not Know Ourselves The Grounds On Which We Act, Though Plain To Others.

The Shrill Voices Of Those Who Give Orders Are Full Of Fear Like The Squeakings Of Piglets Awaiting The Butcher's Knife, As Their Fat Arses Sweat With Anxiety In Their Office Chairs.... Fear Rules Not Only Those Who Are Ruled, But The Rulers Too.

What Kind Of Times Are They, When A Talk About Trees Is Almost A Crime Because It Implies Silence About So Many Horrors?

Grub First, Then Ethics.

For What's The Use Of Talking With A Man Who Has A Disease And Thinks About The Stars?