The Purpose Of Torture Is Not Getting

Always In All My Books I'm Trying To Reveal Or Help To Reveal The Hidden Greatness Of The Small, Of The Little, Of The Unknown - And The Pettiness Of The Big.

The World Is Becoming An Immense Military Base, And That Base Is Becoming A Mental Hospital The Size Of The World. Inside The Nuthouse, Which Ones Are Crazy?

In This World Of Ours, A World Of Powerful Centers And Subjugated Outposts, There Is No Wealth That Must Not Be Held In Some Suspicion.

We Are All Mortal Until The First Kiss And The Second Glass Of Wine.

And One Fine Day The Goddess Of The Wind Kisses The Foot Of Man, That Mistreated, Scorned Foot, And From That Kiss The Soccer Idol Is Born. He Is Born In A Straw Crib In A Tin-roofed Shack And He Enters The World Clinging To A Ball.