Гимн
Part Eleven
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.”