 WITNESS OF HUMANITY
...For now the One-World is tormenting me and hurting me, which is now, with ever more evil will, like a thorny choir, insidiously setting up obstacles of gangsterism against me. Where shall we go on? How did we come to this, and what will be the end of it?!
I cannot close my watchful eyes, eager to testify, - but there is a nasty hive-mind here now: idiots smiling out of nowhere rise daily for five minutes' fame. And what human dignity can command and bring redemptive order here? There is only a fragment of reason and thought left in the more human brains, if it still shines, with fragments of firelight. From the contexts of great sermons the essence is often lost, and the textbooks tell of falsified ideologies that have been discredited as usual.
For what is human and noble is born in the heart alone. Is it any wonder that in a human beehive of drunken revelry one can already think of the end of the world here?! - We can no longer trust our simple, predictable things enough: such evil has perhaps never existed among men. The minds that are ready to bear witness are all the more desperate - and I would desperately expect an honest, understanding, friendly word. Understanding, friendly alliance, what hope can yet hold in this time of mind-bending darkness. Is this really how we live?!
So desperate, so degenerate into dreams and wreckage, when there is no other to redeem us, when so many navel-strings of conscience, which is pulling us back, blesses or even beats us, would be the only secret of our changeable decisions: while power-interests, haughty, haughty, petty kings, are ever rivaling over our heads, and the differences of prejudices are more and more degenerate, and the people, drunk with wild disputes of vague, baked-dove promises, are driving each other to death, and falling at each other's throats; who can unlock the brain-lock in us? !
We are threatened by a common one-horror! Deliberate dumbness, preserved in its frivolity. We can cope with it by changing literary refuges!