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Dear Reader,
Without books the development of civilization would have been impossible. They are the engines of change, windows on the world, “Lighthouses” as the poet said “erected in the sea of time.” They are companions, teachers, magicians, bankers of the treasures of the mind, Books are humanity in print.

I waked up warm as never before this morning. Then I went for the typewriter. And.., this is what my fingers told me: Compassion for animals is intimately associated with goodness of character, and it may be confidently asserted that he who is cruel to animals cannot be a good man. Why isn’t anyone really reflecting over this, enforcing the obvious. As we know it is difficult to find happiness within oneself, but it is impossible to find it anywhere else. Everyone should embrace this device. Otherwise they accept voting for either Trump or Clinton. Both is disaster. Democracy is no more. Today, business rules even ideology.

I know that you who reading my messages are wise souls. Cause only the person who writes for fools is always sure of a large audience. Nothing for me. I write for you who really cares about your walk. For you who wishes your high ideals being implemented into reality.  You know as well as me that all truth passes through three stages: First, it is ridiculed; Second, it is violently opposed; Third, it is accepted as self-evident. Therefore compassion becomes the basis of morality by nature. You can not believe crap if you care about your own integrity.

I say: It is a wise thing to be polite; consequently, it is a stupid thing to be rude. To make enemies by unnecessary and willful incivility, is just as insane a proceeding as to set your house on fire. For politeness is like a counter – an avowedly false coin, with which it is foolish to be stingy. Please, spread my love of words. Send a signal to your best friend and tell hen that there is at least one creature that cares about humanities deepest dignity. Sean Suile.

Life runs fast. Therefore the art of not reading is a very important one. It consists in not taking an interest in whatever may be engaging the attention of the general public at any particular time. When some political or ecclesiastical pamphlet, or novel, or poem is making a great commotion, you should remember that he who writes for fools always finds a large public. A precondition for reading good books is not reading bad ones: cause life is short. And not until you are about to die, you realize all beauty you have missed being lazy. Finding knowledge of value you have to declare war against yourself. Having a sense of humor is the only divine quality of man. Insight of light carries no prestige. Not to forget. So, at the end. The problem is not to see what nobody has yet seen, as to think what nobody has yet thought concerning that which everybody sees. That’s more than obvious today after one terror year of American election 24/7. In itself the biggest danger for our nearby future. What happens when we experience the cold result? Besides the American presidency, looking at our world. What is important.? Really? Will our society finds calmness, peace, suddenly functionality.? Think not, we are to nervous. Afraid of getting bored. Humanity needs a revival. One without religion. Hmm? Not realistic. Wait, perhaps more radical.? Elect a democratic dictator?

You see?. A high degree of intellect tends to make a man unsocial. It would be better if there were nothing. Since there is more pain than pleasure on earth, every satisfaction is only transitory, creating new desires and new distresses, and the agony of the devoured animal is always far greater than the pleasure of the devourer. We have now reach the point of less solutions. Fuck space. We will never go there. No time. Perhaps, a few thousand will slip away, but they will all die alone. The rest of us will join in the biggest party imaginable. Where the final moment a self injected atom racket will blow us all into atoms. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. That’s our definite destiny.

If more institutions would follow my device. What disturbs and depresses young people is the hunt for happiness on the firm assumption that it must be met with in life. From this arises constantly deluded hope and so also dissatisfaction. Deceptive images of a vague happiness hover before us in our dreams, and we search in vain for their original. Much would have been gained if, through timely advice and instruction, young people could have had eradicated from their minds the erroneous notion that the world has a great deal to offer them. Its so simple, if the word only would reach the masses, from a voice that really cares.

Surely someone has also felt as my last words about women. I believe that if a woman succeeds raising herself from above the mass, she grows ceaselessly and more than a man. Perhaps this qualification will raise Hillary above all her criminal actions on her journey wishing becoming the most powerful man on earth.

And as being a dick myself I can only claim that human life must be a mistake. The truth of this will be sufficiently obvious if we recognize that man is a compound of needs hard to satisfy; and that even when they are satisfied (I know). All he obtains is a state of painlessness, where nothing remains to him but abandonment to boredom. This is direct proof that existence has no real value in itself; for what is boredom but the feeling of the emptiness of life? If life – the craving for which is the very essence of our being – were possessed of any positive intrinsic value, there would be no such thing as boredom: mere existence would satisfy us in itself, and we should want for nothing. And for that there is no evidence. We seldom think of what we have, but always of what we lack. From one idiot to another, love you.

Stay healthy.