“And a new day will come, and a new evening and mans Sacred Self will understand that replacing the churches of the Evil and also of the sublime in him, of that unwritten Good that could not be stolen along with the Sacred Self, will require to put something else in return, that without praying an hope, without dream and poetry, without curse and pain, without happiness and fulfilment all of this would not even be a vanity of the vanities. It would not even be an Illusion of the illusions, but a waste of time, just like many ages were wasted under this cold and torrid sun, calm or not interested by what he sees with his angelic or demonic rays, depending on the dream this undecided, dreaming and meaningless man was dreaming!”
