There Is Only One Thing I Will

Without The Constantly Living And Articulated Eperience Of Absurdity, There Would Be No Reason To Attempt To Do Something Meaningful. And On The Contrary, How Can One Experience One's Own Absurdity If One Is Not Constantly Seeking Meaning?

Man Is Not An Omipotent Master Of The Universe, Allowed To Do With Impunity Whatever He Thinks, Or Whatever Suits Him At The Moment. The World We Live In Is Made Of An Immensely Complex And Mysterious Tissue About Which We Know Very Little And Which We Must Treat With Utmost Humility.

Because The Regime Is Captive To Its Own Lies, It Must Falsify Everything. It Falsifies The Past. It Falsifies The Present, And It Falsifies The Future. It Falsifies Statistics. It Pretends Not To Possess An Omnipotent And Unprincipled Police Apparatus. It Pretends To Respect Human Rights. It Pretends To Prosecute No One. It Pretends To Fear Nothing. It Pretends To Pretend Nothing.

We Fell Morally Ill Because We Became Used To Saying Something Different From What We Thought.

Someone Who Does Not Draw Strength From Himself And Who Is Incapable Of Finding The Meaning Of His Life Within Himself Will...seek The Map To His Own Orientation Somewhere Outside Himself-in Some Ideology, Organization, Or Society, And Then, However Active He May Appear To Be, He Is Merely Waiting, Depending. He Waits To See What Others Will Do, Or What Roles They Will Assign To Him, And He Depends On Them-and If They Don't Do Anything Or If They Botch Things, He Succumbs To Disillusion, Despair, And Ultimately, Resignation.