Ah, In Every Age There Is Always

Because Each Of You Has His Or Her Own Death, You Carry It With You In A Secret Place From The Moment You're Born, It Belongs To You And You Belong To It.

The Only Time We Can Talk About Death Is While We're Alive, Not Afterwards.

Things Will Be Very Bad For Latin America. You Only Have To Consider The Ambitions And The Doctrines Of The Empire, Which Regards This Region As Its Backyard.

Why Did We Become Blind, I Don't Know, Perhaps One Day We'll Find Out, Do You Want Me To Tell You What I Think, Yes, Do, I Don't Think We Did Go Blind, I Think We Are Blind, Blind But Seeing, Blind People Who Can See, But Do Not See.

We Are Finally Living In Plato's Cave, If We Consider How Those Who Were Imprisoned Within The Cave - Who Could Do Nothing But Watch Those Shadows Passing On The Back Wall - Were Convinced That Those Shadows Were Their One And Only Reality. I See A Profound Similarity To All This In The Epoch We're Now Living In. We No Longer Live Simply Through Images: We Live Through Images That Don't Even Exist, Which Are The Result Not Of Physical Projection But Of Pure Virtuality.