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I Cannot Suggest Political Ways Out, That Is The Task Of Politicians, So It Is Simply That Those Who Accuse Me Of This Do Not Know How To Read.

This Deliberately Nurtured Hatred Then Spreads To All That Is Alive, To Life Itself, To The World With Its Colors, Sounds, And Shapes, To The Human Body. The Embittered Art Of The Twentieth Century Is Perishing As A Result Of This Ugly Hate, For Art Is Fruitless Without Love. In The East Art Has Collapsed Because It Has Been Knocked Down And Trampled Upon, But In The West The Fall Has Been Voluntary, A Decline Into A Contrived And Pretentious Quest Where The Artist, Instead Of Attempting To Reveal The Divine Plan, Tries To Put Himself In The Place Of God.

There Is A Law Of Time, A Law Of Oblivion: Glory To The Dead; Life To The Living.

And Keep As Few Things As Possible, So That You Don't Have To Fear For Them. Give Them Up Without A Struggle-because Otherwise The Humiliation Will Poison Your Heart. They Will Take Them Away From You In A Fight, And Trying To Hold Onto Your Property Will Only Leave You With A Bloodied Mouth ... But By Owning Things And Trembling About Their Fate Aren't You Forfeiting The Rare Opportunity Of Observing And Understanding?

The Task Must Be To Banish From Mankind's Thought The Idea That Anybody Has The Right To Use Force Against Righteousness, Against Justice, Against Mutual Agreements.