Fear is only a color, a backdrop, a landscape. That isn’t the problem. The fear either of the victim or the executioner is unimportant. What matters is the fact that each of them is playing a role which has been imposed upon him. The two roles are the extremeties of the estate of man. The… Continue reading Elie Wiesel
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An Acre of Glass that does not crack.
Lying upon an acre of glass, I am sick ofhearing them bang their crucifixesagainst the bullet-proof surface. Their tongues want my entropy. I sit up and look at the underworld.Beneath the glass, twisted blue facescurse my name and lick their barriers. Iwant out.