A constantly impoverished and dulled nation becomes an easily swayed mass until it learns to rise against the tyrants like the phoenix from its own ashes.

When the vigilance and dignity of the nations are at sleep, it is the waking and working time of tyrants.

Flitting are all the states of the existential. A look in a drop of dew ...

Under the cover of money take place the most inhuman mathematical operations; under the cover of human unwariness, the oppression of human existence.

How long can one's dignity stay firm when its sheer existence is constantly whipped by injustice, by helplessness? How many people could there be asking this question and why?

Reigning over the worlds in your brain – that's a true prerogative of rational existence...