Social only to the truths convenient to your courage, yet again beasts shall be planted. I go and none may lead. Therefore, go ye your way-none shall lead ye to walk towards yourselves. Your murder and hypocrisy must pass before ye are uplifted to a world where slaughter is unknown. Thus, with a clean mouth, I say unto ye, I live by bread alone.
Sleep is competent prayer.
Alas, there has been a great failure. Man is dead. Only women remain. That ye realise what is hidden in all suffering. I would make your self-mortification voluntary, your wincing courageous.