Analysis of A WITNESS TO HUMANITY

 
...Because now I am tormented and hurt by the One-World, which, with an increasingly evil desire, like a thorny plague, is secretly setting up obstacles against me. Both trust and the moral order are crumbling; brother-sister steals away, wolf greedily snatches away. Where would we go next? How did we get to this point and what will be the end of this?!

I can't close my watchful eye, which wants to testify, but there is an ugly hive of noise here now: smiling idiots arise daily out of nowhere for five minutes of fame. And what kind of human dignity can command and bring a redeeming order here? Reason and thought remain with firefly fragments only in more human brains, if it still shines. The essence of the contexts of great teaching sermons is usually lost, and the textbooks are usually filled with out-of-date falsified ideologies.

Because all that is human and noble is born in the heart alone. Is it any wonder that in a human beehive teeming with drunkenness, someone can think about the end of the world here?! - We can no longer trust enough in our simple, predictable things: there has never been such evil among people. The minds ready to testify are increasingly hopeless - and I would desperately hope for an honest, understanding, friendly word. What hope can still maintain understanding and friendship in times of mind-numbing darkness. Is this really how we live?!

So resolutely, vilely reduced to dreams and wrecks, if there is no one left to redeem us, when so many umbilical cord-retracting remorse blesses or beats us - the only secret of our changeable decisions lies with us: while powerful interests, arrogant, petty kings of nobody's house keep competing over our heads, and A crowd of people, intoxicated by the wild debates of the differences of prejudices and vague, roast pigeon promises, are driving each other into their laps, falling at each other's throats; who can solve the brain short circuit in us?!

A common threat threatens us! Deliberate stupidity preserved in its frivolity. We can deal with it by changing literary shelters!