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“Those who have not been torn have no value in themselves and no place in this world. They are asleep. The impure are the untouched, the unburned, the unslain. Those who have not been torn have no value in themselves and no place in this world. The broken are the more evolved.”

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“When God created man, He saw that he couldn't survive in that solitude and gave him a shadow. But since then man has never stopped selling it to the devil. I knew him in all conditions. Moist in sacrifice, hostile or welcoming, voracious or retractile, excited or indifferent, impulsive and without qualms, dreamy on his best day. That people who share the same genes should be separated by a moral chasm helps us to reassess the values in the name of which they are killing each other.”

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