The History Of My Stupidity

Two Attributes Of A Poet, Avidity Of The Eye And The Desire To Describe That Which He Sees.

You Who Think Of Us: They Lived Only In Delusion... Know That We The People Of The Book, Will Never Die!

What Has No Shadow Has No Strength To Live.

Human Reason Is Beautiful And Invincible. No Bars, No Barbed Wire, No Pulping Of Books, No Sentence Of Banishment Can Prevail Against It. It Puts What Should Be Above Things As They Are. It Does Not Know Jew From Greek Nor Slave From Master.

You See How I Try To Reach With Words What Matters Most And How I Fail.