The blinding, solitary Light does not penetrate the dust of enraged, exalted herds.
A new enemy! A new victim! A new witch!
The orgy of false sentiments continues in various forms.
Knowledge cannot adapt to such a horrendous spectacle. Knowledge, made of blinding Light and powerful and intense stillness, must be kept far from beings worn out by passions, impulsive hopes, and the stinking ulcers of social emotions and bestial theologies.
For those condemned to hope, clamor remains!
For Yogis, silence.
Yogis
