MESSAGE TO THE MESSENGERS

I'd rather be a herald, if that's what they call him today, who warns of the times, of social circulations, who doesn't lie about promises, who also watches out for nasty evils and warns of chivalrous etiquette! Let us not sell in ourselves the morality that makes us Man, if this is what distinguishes us from the animals. 

Now I can only listen to my witnessing veteran mountains echoing their consoling words to me, the words of Tiresias: "You must not give up yourself for a moment! ' - I would say, even if the fiery volcano in my throat were in the deepest chill, that you are in danger from the illusion which spreads false words about yourself, which only makes you obey every thought of smell and makes you forbidden! 

And his fierce school has brought up nothing but smiling hypocrites, and little schoolboys. He lamented the wasted opportunity of the past, and wasted what he himself had received as a gift! He speaks of helping intentions, but he tolerated that they eat greasy, oily bread, dear children with a coronary heart! - I am still present as an outsider, as an observer, but I still speak out against the deceptive lying texts of the liar: People! Use again the rules of humanity as a model of behaviour to be followed. For whoever tolerates the blunders of his misfortune today, will tomorrow, I fear, reap unemployment and slavery!

Let no idyllic dreams be lost in the promises of when sausages will become sausage and cream. Let them at last prosper according to the merit of their work - and though in the heart of each still flickers a flickering sense of self, the presence of mind is only hidden, if it prevails!