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My passions!

Concentrated at a single point, a single immeasurable moment!

They are as those rays of a Sun assembled by a magnifying glass: immediately, they set ablaze whatever they caress…

People as fuel: they coax the dying embers of my inheritance into a blaze! No man shall spare his brother, and each shall devoureth the flesh of his neighbor!

Can I thus become other than what I am?

If only through violence to the object of one's desire! Only upon its surrender, can I become, what has been surrendered by His Will to my flesh!

Consider what He has done:

Who can straighten what has made crooked?

Prosperity? Stagnation? Consider:

One He made as the other.



Therefore... before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars grow dark,

and the clouds return after the rain; when people rise up at the sound of birds, but all their songs grow faint;

Then people go to their eternal home and mourners go about the streets!

Meaningless! Meaningless! Everything is meaningless!

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.

Remember the days of darkness, for there will be many. Everything to come is meaningless.