One cannot think when he is just part of the crowd,
But
One cannot feel anything when he is alone.
Our absence
Is our suffering,
Our vulnerability.
Our presence
Is our victory
Or at least a draw.
The end of one regime
Is the beginning of the other,
With hackers instead of
Jesuits.
A crowd
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