There's not much need for prophets who are in synch with their society.
But he who dies in despair has lived his whole life in vain.
Even the loveliest dream bears like a blemish its difference from reality, the awareness that what it grants is mere illusion.
Technology is making gestures precise and brutal, and with them men.
In his state of complete powerlessness the individual perceives the time he has left to live as a brief reprieve.
For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.