We are a weak wounded race. We have been driven by our strivings and definitions to lives of solvency. Our essence, the things that we call value have been taken over. We are no longer good people. There is no apparent morality.

We are as good as we choose. Those who have others choose for them are no more than dark star. Instead of being outwardly loving they are inwardly terrified. As they have not defined for themselves the most basic questions of being, “What does my opinion matter,” are left behind as immoral.