The Next Chapter
You know why I keep on talking and talking, Olanda? Because I’m afraid of everything. I cringe, therefore I am. For people like me, words are the only reason to be. I’m not talking about the words themselves. I’m talking about the fear that is in each one of us. The fear that gives rise to wars, victories, sanctity, greatness and pettiness. The fear that gives rise to life itself.
Why do I keep talking to you? Well, you are mankind. And so I’m talking to mankind. Haven’t I a right to? Just because I don’t hold the office, say, of a high priest, or a politician, or a visitor from outer space? I damn well do have the right! Because I love humanity. The fate of humanity lies heavy upon my heart. I love mankind, because I too am mankind.
