Oh world, world! Where are you going? Who does want think about it? Nobody. Humanity lives like animals and the animals have no intellect. Our ancestors have created the great culture, and we..? We destroy it very well. Our ancestors have left us the knowledge, and we..? We can not understand it. Our ancestors have told us life's mystery about, and we..? We don't belive them. A man want to have a comfort life. What is it? It's life with no regret and compassion. Our ideal is the Terminator. He is the perfect machine without feels and emotions. We like him, we admire his strength and invulnerability. We want to be like him. Why? We need strength of mind and not strength. We need inspiration, creation, energy of thought and love. The Terminator will never create "Mona Lisa" or a Requiem. He will never look at the stars because it is not necessary for him. Love, life, death... all will alien to him.
"And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see . And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth."
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