Every Country Has The Government It Deserves.

In The Whole Vast Dome Of Living Nature There Reigns An Open Violence, A Kind Of Prescriptive Fury Which Arms All The Creatures To Their Common Doom: As Soon As You Leave The Inanimate Kingdom You Find The Decree Of Violent Death Inscribed On The Very Frontiers Of Life.

The Whole Earth, Perpetually Steeped In Blood, Is Nothing But An Immense Altar On Which Every Living Thing Must Be Sacrificed Without End, Without Restraint, Without Respite Until The Consummation Of The World, The Extinction Of Evil, The Death Of Death.

All Grandeur, All Power, And All Subordination To Authority Rests On The Executioner: He Is The Horror And The Bond Of Human Association. Remove This Incomprehensible Agent From The World And At That Very Moment Order Gives Way To Chaos, Thrones Topple And Society Disappears.

The Concept Of Number Is The Obvious Distinction Between The Beast And Man. Thanks To Number, The Cry Becomes A Song, Noise Acquires Rhythm, The Spring Is Transformed Into A Dance, Force Becomes Dynamic, And Outlines Figures.

Christianity Was Preached By Ignorant Men And Believed By Servants, And That Is Why It Resembles Nothing Ever Known.