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Man Is Not An Omipotent Master Of The Universe, Allowed To Do With Impunity Whatever He Thinks, Or Whatever Suits Him At The Moment. The World We Live In Is Made Of An Immensely Complex And Mysterious Tissue About Which We Know Very Little And Which We Must Treat With Utmost Humility.

I Am In Favor Of [actions] That Have Authenticity, Roots, Originality, Verve, Balance, Taste, Communicativeness, Challenge, Relevance To Their Time-in Short, Things That Make Sense.

Hope Is Definitely Not The Same Thing As Optimism. It Is Not The Conviction That Something Will Turn Out Well, But The Certainty That Something Makes Sense, Regardless Of How It Turns Out.

Man Is In Fact Nailed Down - Like Christ On The Cross - To A Grid Of Paradoxes. He Balances Between The Torment Of Not Knowing His Mission And The Joy Of Carrying It Out, Between Nothingness And Meaningfulness. And Like Christ, He Is In Fact Victorious By Virtue Of His Defeats.

Let Us Admit That Most Of Us Writers Feel An Essential Aversion To Politics. By Taking Such A Position, However, We Accept The Perverted Principle Of Specialization, According To Which Some Are Paid To Write About The Horrors Of The World And Human Responsibility And Others To Deal With Those Horrors And Bear The Human Responsibility For Them.