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“Given everything I feel a new militancy in myself. After all, I’ve done the work and I’ve suffered for it and I tried to understand everything which denied the work. What have they done? They looked at my generosity and their eyes got red and big.”
“They threw everything at me. I felt, sometimes, like the Buddha who sits under the tree while his enemies do everything they can to knock him off course. Oh, they hated! Oh, they were filled with jealous rage!”
“They reminded me of the barbarian kings I had read about as a kid. It was all about them and they tried to destroy everything not-them and then they destroyed everything that could construct not-them until finally they met their own end. They would be the moon and the sun, the alph and omega so anything that went before was destroyed. And what was destroyed had no voice and couldn’t fight back, not against the powers of the barbarian. So it was all laid low and the barbaric noises covered the ground and the ghosts did not rise up in pathetic disgust. So it was.”
“Barbarians, now, under the protection of a so-called civilized order which they failed to understand. So it was ludicrous after awhile. And the people fell in love with the ludicrous and absurd.”
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