Without a stable conception of the object of life, man would not consent to go on living, and would rather destroy himself than remain on earth, though he had bread in abundance. A celestial ladder, a ladder from heaven to earth. Sovereignty of the people is, therefore, nothing but a fiction, and one which must in the long run prove destructive of individual liberties. But there is no place for genuine ugliness, for final, unresolved self-contradiction or incoherence, in a work of art as a whole. The whole earth, perpetually steeped in blood, is nothing but a vast altar upon which all that is living must be sacrificed without end, without measure, without pause, until the consummation of things, until evil is extinct, until the death of death.
Education is despised, or at least neglected, and heroic spirit is almost utterly extinguished.
Our founders understood that divine authority was necessary in order to establish a ground on which the weak, the defenseless, the powerless, the poor and the wretched would be able to stand, in the face of every human power whatsoever, and demand respect for their human rights and dignity. Light could be many things. They live on, but the aroma of their life is lost. The bond of Being to Non-being. The presiding Deity in the skies knows it, Or perhaps He does not.