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And now I see the face of god, and I raise this god over the earth, this god whom men have sought since men came into being, this god who will grant them joy and peace and pride. AND NOW I SEE THE FACE OF GOD AND I RAISE THIS GOD OVER THE EARTH AND THIS GOD WHOM MEN HAVE SOUGHT SINCE MEN CAME INTO BEING THIS GOD WHO WILL GRANT THEM JOY AND PEACE AND PRIDE
oken, save by one’s choice and as a second thought. This word must never be placed first within man’s soul, else it becomes a monster, the root of all the evils on earth, the root of man’s torture by men, and of an unspeakable lie. The word “We” is as lime poured over men, which sets and hardens to stone, and crushes all beneath it, and that which is white and that which is black are lost equally in the grey of it. It is the word by which the depraved steal the virtue of the good, by which the weak steal the might of the strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages. What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and the impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey? But I am done with this creed of corruption. I am done with the monster of “We,” the word of serfdom, of plunder, of misery, falsehood and shame. OR THE WORD WE MUST NEVER BE SPOKEN SAVE BY ONE'S CHOICE AND AS SECOND THOUGHT THIS WORD MUST NEVER BE PLACED FIRST WITHIN MAN'S SOUL ELSE IT BECOMES A MONSTER THE ROOT OF ALL THE EVILS ON EARTH THE ROOT OF MAN'S TORTURE BY MEN AND AN UNSPEAKABLE LIE THE WORD WE IS AS LIME POURED OVER MEN WHICH SETS AND HARDENS TO STONE AND CRUSHES ALL BENEATH IT AND THAT WHICH IS WHITE AND THAT WHICH IS BLACK ARE LOST EQUALLY IN THE GREY OF IT AND IT IS THE WORD BY WHICH THE DEPRAVED STEAL THE VIRTUE OF THE GOOD BY WHICH THE WEAK STEAL THE MIGHT OF THE STRONG AND BY WHICH THE FOOLS STEAL THE WI WISDOM OF THE SAGES WHAT IS MY JOY IF ALL HANDS EVEN THE UNCLEAN CAN REACH INTO IT WHAT IS MY WISDOM IF EVEN THE FOOLS CAN DICTATE TO ME WHAT IS MY FREEDOM IF ALL CREATURES EVEN THE BOCHED AND IMPOTENT ARE MY MASTERS WHAT IS MY LIFE IF I AM BUT TO BOW TO AGREE AND TO OBEY BUT I AM DONE WITH THIS CREED OF CORRUPTION I AM DONE WITH THE MONSTER OF WE THE WORD OF SERFDOM OF PLUNDER OF MISERY AND FALSEHOOD AND SHAME
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