Will the armoured chariot have grown so powerful by then that it can no longer be transformed from a god into a tool? Can a god, even though he is the most dead of all gods, relinquish his power voluntarily? I would so much like to believe that there was a green depth in man, an ocean of intact growing power that would melt all the dead remnants in its mighty crucible, healing and creating for eternity... But I haven't seen it. What I know is that sick parents and sick teachers are producing children who are even sicker, until sickness has become the norm and health a bogeyman. Lonely people give birth to those who are even lonelier, frightened people to those who are even more frightened... Where may a single remnant of health have hidden itself to grow and break through the armour?
"Güç araç değil, amaçtır. İnsan devrimi korumak için diktatörlük kurmaz, diktatörlük kurmak için devrim yapar. Eziyetin amacı eziyettir. İşkencenin amacı işkencedir. Gücün amacı güçtür."