“What’s the most offensive is not their lying—one can always forgive lying—lying is a delightful thing, for it leads to truth—what is offensive is that they lie and worship their own lying..."
May they allow you
to keep dreaming
forgive you
for having fallen
without noticing
whence your soul departed
you knew how to live
and no one told you
it wouldn’t be forever
I continue here
for the moment
until whenever
I reject rebirth
refuse to go on
to forget you
will bear punishments
my harshness
deserves
unfazed
broken
burn day and night
tears
neither extinguish
your light
nor forgive
aimlessness
I succumb to
what did I do
to founder
in you?
Their parting of the ways marked the beginning of the split between the libertarian and authoritarian socialists which came to a head in the dispute between Marx and Bakunin within the First International. Marx continued to attack Proudhon for advocating class collaboration and proscribing trade-union and parliamentary activity, and he could never forgive him the fact that the French working class adopted his ideas rather than his own.
Yes, Death. Death must be so beautiful. I want to lie in the soft brown earth with the grass above my head. I want to listen to silence. There is no yesterday and no tomorrow. I can forget time, I can forgive life, I can be at peace.