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18.11.2010


Who are we? Whence are we? And where are we going? 
Why does "dog eat dog"?  Why cannot we love each other?
There are many questions and there are so a little answers. 
Life is a sealed book.
"Forth went the sower to sow his seeds..."
As freedom's sower in the wasteland
Before the morning star I went;
From hand immaculate and chastened
Into the grooves of prisonment
Flinging the vital seed I wandered--
But it was time and toiling squandered,
Benevolent designs misspent...
Graze on, graze on, submissive nation!
You will not wake to honor's call.
Why offer herds their liberation?
For them are shears or slaughter-stall,
Their heritage each generation
The yoke with jingles, and the gall.
A.S.Pushkin

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