water,
or the extinction of the sun, that will destroy mankind? They have
forgotten the likeliest and nearest cause--Suicide.

They who say, "There will always be war," do not know what they are
saying. They are preyed upon by the common internal malady of
shortsight. They think themselves full of common-sense as they think
themselves full of honesty. In reality, they are revealing the clumsy
and limited mentality of the assassins themselves.

The shapeless struggle of the elements will begin again on the seared
earth when men have slain themselves because they were slaves, because
they believed the same things, because they were alike.

I utter a cry of despair and it seems as if I had turned over and
stifled it in a pillow.

* * * * * *

All is madness. And there is no one who will dare to rise and say that
all is not madness, and that the future does not so appear--as fatal
and unchangeable as a memory.

But how many men will there be who will dare, in face of the universal
deluge which will be at the end as it was in the beginning, to get up
and cry "No!" who will pronounce the terrible and irrefutable issue:--

"No! The interests of the people and the interests of all their
present overlords are not the same. Upon the world's antiquity there
are two enemy races--the great and the little. The allies of the great
are, in spite of appearances, the great. The allies of the people are
the people. Here on earth there is one tribe only of parasites and
ringleaders who are the victors, and one people only who are the
vanquished."

But, as in those earliest ages, will not thoughtful faces arise out of
the darkness? (For this is Chaos and the animal Kingdom; and Reason
being no more, she has yet to be born.)

"You must think; but with your own ideas, not other people's."

That lowly saying, a straw whirling in the measureless hand-to-hand
struggle of the armies, shines in my soul above all others. To think
is to hold that the masses have so far wrought too much evil without
wishing it, and that the ancient authorities, everywhere clinging fast,
violate humanity and separate the inseparable.

There have been those who magnificently dared. There have been bearers
of the truth, men who groped in the world's tumult, trying to make
plain order of it. They discover what we did not yet know; chiefly
they discover what we no longer knew.

But what a panic is here, amon