I Had Found My Religion:

On My Way To The Office In The Morning, There Are, In Front Of Me, Behind Me, Other Men Going To Their Jobs. I See Them; If I Dared, I Would Smile At Them. I Think To Myself That I Am A Socialist, That They Are The Purpose Of My Life, Of My Efforts And That They Do Not Know It Yet.

Ha! To Forget. How Childish! I Feel You In My Bones. Your Silence Screams In My Ears. You May Nail Your Mouth Shut, You May Cut Out Your Tongue, Can You Keep Yourself From Existing? Will You Stop Your Thoughts.

I Am Not Recommending "popular" Literature Which Aims At The Lowest.

When The Rich [and Politically Powerful] Make War, It's The Poor [and Politically Weak] Who Die.

Evil Is The Product Of The Ability Of Humans To Make Abstract That Which Is Concrete.