There Are People Who Exist In This

The Current Generation Now Sees Everything Clearly, It Marvels At The Errors, It Laughs At The Folly Of Its Ancestors, Not Seeing That This Chronicle Is All Overscored By Divine Fire, That Every Letter Of It Cries Out, That From Everywhere The Piercing Finger Is Pointed At It, At This Current Generation; But The Current Generation Laughs And Presumptuously, Proudly Begins A Series Of New Errors, At Which Their Descendants Will Also Laugh Afterwards.

But Wise Is The Man Who Disdains No Character, But With Searching Glance Explores Him To The Root And Cause Of All.

I Shall Laugh My Bitter Laugh.

Countless Are, As The Sand In The Sea, The Deep Desires Of Men, And None Resembles The Other, And All Of Them, Whether Shameful, Or Great, In The Beginning Are Obedient, But Later Become Terrible Masters Over Him.

A Time Of Famine And Poverty Will Come And The People As A Whole As Well As Every Individual In It Will Suffer.