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I understand why the doctrines that give meaning also debilitate me at the same time. They relieve me of the weight of my own life, and yet I must carry it alone. I cannot understand what kind of freedom could be given to me by a higher being. I have lost the sense of hierarchy. The only conception of freedom I can have is the prisoner in the midst of the state. The only one I know is freedom of thought and action.

An attempt is made to get him to admit his guilt. He feels innocent. To tell the truth, that is all he feels — his irreparable innocence. This is what allows him everything. Hence, what he demands of himself is to live solely with what he knows, to accommodate himself with what is, and to bring in nothing that is not certain. He is told that nothing is. But this at least is certainty.

“Nuestro destino está delante de nosotros y lo desafiamos. Menos por orguIlo que por conciencia de nuestra insignificante condición.
También nosotros nos compadecemos a veces de nosotros mismos.”