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And we bury ourselves inside ourselves

for the characteristic of our gods, those in whom for centuries we can no longer believe, is to prove that they exist precisely in these moments of trouble in which belief, in general, is about to die and in which we will be compelled to choose between madness and belief in ourself, "I am going to encounter myself," our soul petrified with fear cries out, "Quick, a god!"

I am spacious singing Flesh: onto which is grafted no one knows which I - which masculine or feminine, more or less human but above all living, because changing I.