Гимн

           Theword“We”isaslimepouredovermen,whichsetsandhardenstostone,andcrushesallbeneathit,andthatwhichiswhiteandthatwhichisblackarelostequallyinthegreyofit.Itisthewordbywhichthedepravedstealthevirtueofthegood,bywhichtheweakstealthemightofthestrong,bywhichthefoolsstealthewisdomofthesages.

           Whatismyjoyifallhands,eventheunclean,canreachintoit?Whatismywisdom,ifeventhefoolscandictatetome?Whatismyfreedom,ifallcreatures,eventhebotchedandtheimpotent,aremymasters?Whatismylife,ifIambuttobow,toagreeandtoobey?

           ButIamdonewiththiscreedofcorruption.

           Iamdonewiththemonsterof“We,”thewordofserfdom,ofplunder,ofmisery,falsehoodandshame.

           AndnowIseethefaceofgod,andIraisethisgodovertheearth,thisgodwhommenhavesoughtsincemencameintobeing,thisgodwhowillgrantthemjoyandpeaceandpride.

           Thisgod,thisoneword:

           “I.”