Again somebody stands in front of the spitting crowd of blind. Again
somebody tells truths that too few bear to hear. Again he is insulted by
the lowly, staredowned by the bourgeoisie and shyly ignored by the
authorities.

A person with more conviction then any of the above. Weak-willed, who
never dare stand where you do now, call you a loser. Housewives call you
childish. Middle-class nobodies tell you to shut up and learn "better".
Ha! You've certainly hit where it hurts!

They want you to _apologize_, to be _ashamed_. They want to feel safe,
and your every word punches their brick-shaped faces.

Show them what a person they are dealing with. Inform others, spread
your ideas, and each day change the world.


Self-determination, like power, belongs to those who exercise it.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Ero, in the year 431 AF.