‘I’m sure it’s not happy in a bowl either, but at least it’s alive.’
‘Naturally you are. You are mad. Mad on account of the road you’ve travelled. Mad from the way you’ve come, a way that was never yours. We all have our own way, crazy and far apart from the ways of others. Precious few tread their own path. So very few find the courage to do so. They prefer their compulsive tramping along such foreign paths as they mistake for their own; a false inheritance.
‘They diagnose you as spiritually disturbed, as sick, because you don’t fit into their world. They have only one world. And this they protect with all their narrowmindedness, with all their crushing hate. Hate of the unknown. Hate of their fear. Hate because of their fear. Hate because they see nothing, know nothing. We don’t need to look closely in order to know. And we must never turn to face our predator…
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