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I Cannot Become Modest; Too Many Things Burn In Me; The Old Solutions Are Falling Apart; Nothing Has Been Done Yet With The New Ones. So I Begin, Everywhere At Once, As If I Had A Century Ahead Of Me.

It Is Always The Enemy Who Started It, Even If He Was Not The First To Speak Out, He Was Certainly Planning It; And If He Was Not Actually Planning It, He Was Thinking Of It; And, If He Was Not Thinking Of It, He Would Have Thought Of It.

It Is Important What A Man Still Plans At The End. It Shows The Measure Of Injustice In His Death.

There Emanates From Superlatives A Destructive Force.

Whether Or Not God Is Dead: It Is Impossible To Keep Silent About Him Who Was There For So Long.