Thus, little by little, in the stubbornness of poets and religious people, the mortar of rationalism spread over the vast expanse of the imagination.
The only true reality escaped our feet. And the young man of our time was silenced, incompetent, doomed to be doomed to Hell like pigs with mud. Something worse: he was deprived of the only possibility he believed that the rejection of his prejudices had offered him: his erotic fulfillment. Because, of course, there is not only the seed of eternity that suddenly gained the right to waste with the greatest ease; there is also the other seed, the invisible, which encloses within itself all the deepest forces of man to surpass himself and where depending on the resistance they encounter in diffusion to the outside world, they eventually become the forces of Good or Evil that determine our destiny.
