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You
revolve around a shipwreck you wake up
in
front of a wall, you have to go back, you were
not
fated to pierce it or to blow it up, therefore
retreat
and defeat you say your prayers, God
doesn’t
read and you don’t know what’s the use
of
so much suffering, of the persecutions
that
are administered to you by the cannibals.
The
martyrs say that the suffering has only one
goal:
that one to open eyes, to awake the spirit
to
know: you suffered therefore you understood
for
this you endured the illness or the iniquity
or
any other form of misfortune. That it makes
you
a kinder man? Nonsense. He is kind the one
who
was already kind. The suffering is useful
only
for the knowledge and, apart from this,
she
does nothing but poison the life.
The
tranquillity comes from the thought that,
being
a man, you are born under an unlucky star
and
that all that you undertook, and all that
you
are going to undertake will be cradled
by
the bad luck and anyhow someday it will
fail.
Every victory, let her be apparent, too
brings
spiritual obnubilation with her.
The
oblivion is what you are. Let us at least hope.
The
eyes that believe that they invent the light
awaken
the wind.
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