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Unlike Solidarity, Which Is Horizontal And Takes Place Between Equals, Charity Is Top-down, Humiliating Those Who Receive It And Never Challenging The Implicit Power Relations.

Utopia Is On The Horizon. I Move Two Steps Closer; It Moves Two Steps Further Away. I Walk Another Ten Steps And The Horizon Runs Ten Steps Further Away. As Much As I May Walk, I'll Never Reach It. So What's The Point Of Utopia? The Point Is This: To Keep Walking.

Reality Is A Magic Lady, Sometimes Very Mysterious. To Me She Is Very Passionate. She Is Real Not Only When She Is Awake, Walking Down The Streets, But Also At Night When She Is Dreaming Or When She Is Having Nightmares. When I Am Writing, I Am Always Paying Tribute To Her - To That Lady Called Reality.

My Language Is A Feel-thinking Language, Feeling And Thinking At Once, That Is Why It Is A Celebration Of Life, And At Once It Is A Denunciation Of Everything That Is Not Allowed In Life To Be Real Life, It's Plenitude.

The Tree Of Life Knows That, Whatever Happens, The Warm Music Spinning Around It Will Never Stop. However Much Death May Come, However Much Blood May Flow, The Music Will Dance Men And Women As Long As The Air Breaths Them And The Land Plows And Loves Them.