“...He could strike down the prisoners and he could stamp on the may-beetles, but what he was aiming at was out of reach and could not be killed. At last he understood. He had undertaken the task which no army, no police force, no militia, no party, no organization could successfully carry out. It would have been necessary to kill all human beings down to the very last, and even then it was possible, yes, it was probable that their imperishable spirit would remain behind them like a smile of heaven over the face of earth.”
Book:The Roots of Heaven
