Life consists of conflict, and conflict serves none but itself. Even if there is no comprehension of the meaning thereof, the conflict in aroused nonetheless.
There is a hidden world, coexisting with the one of false happiness, that often invades, breaking through the thin shell that separates from reality, and this world is one of conflicts, of judgements, both malicious and justified. There is no order in this realm, only complete chaos, judgements that have no consistency, contradictions everywhere. There, the intellectuals set forth their works of precision in the midst of chaotic trash, covered with a sludge of thoughtlessness.
And again, the pointed remarks, designed to slide delicately under the skin, join with hefty sledgehammers in complete disunity. For truly, there is no equality among man.
