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the perfect lesson of history, the Wolf's Fine

E 'is forbidden for Jews to give Hitler posthumous victories
Emil Fackenheim

"God save thee, ancient Mariner,
from the demons that plague thee thus!
Why change expression? "" With my crossbow I
abbattei the Albatross. "
Samuel Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner


History should have taught us the lesson of the cycle, the precious awareness of cause and effect and the wonderful gift of memory. Every step of the boot shod human militia, advancing, it sinks into the quagmire of their ancestral discovery, packed house of subjects have never been spared from singing the praises of the supposed powerful, nor the prostrate before them.
History should have taught us the art of patience, the cyclical nature Return the meat to dust. The inevitable revolution is written in the human genome. The evolution of consciousness bent. The desperate cries rising above the din of the last army. A conviction, high and harsh, is driven by the gloved hands of the persecutor, tugged on his hair matted, along a border that is not that a trail of blood from gastropod. An insect gutted the placenta, insectoid, bruised, incorrectly, that infects the land of life that was torn.
History should have taught us the tale of ideals, unfortunately, still far away, yet the audience. It 'was the tyranny of the first beast to feed, moliplicare its forms. Ruthless killer. It feeds everything can not be arrested and become fat, and become great, grand and distant, so lazy that every movement will be increasingly difficult to pursue. Finally, we will eat, and we with her, she will be satisfied, we will make great feasting and orgy. Become strong and prolificacy.
I can not stop thinking about the End of the Wolf, on Fenrir, Elijah. A Kundera who attempted a moon in the Vltava river Seine. Feelings, too fragile, that break, and the body more vulnerable and valuable, ranging in depth, as the crew of Coleridge, culled from the most terrible of curses, inevitable.
Food for the monster.

In affordance

now

Rising immemorial the sleepless

Rising immemorial the sleepless

now

Rising immemorial the sleepless

idea too, longitude reimprime

like a blind man

like crazy

now

Rising oblivious insomnia.