When A Writer Is Born Into A

The Revolt Against One's Environment Is Usually 'shame' Of One's Environment.

It Isn't Pleasant To Surrender To The Hegemony Of A Nation Which Is Still Wild And Primitive, And To Concede The Absolute Superiority Of Its Customs And Institutions, Science And Technology, Literature And Art. Must One Sacrifice So Much In The Name Of The Unity Of Mankind?

Even If That Is So, There Will Remain A Word Wakened By Lips That Perish, A Tireless Messenger Who Runs And Runs Through Interstellar Fields, Through The Revolving Galaxies, And Calls Out, Protests, Screams.

The Living Owe It To Those Who No Longer Can Speak To Tell Their Story For Them.

You See How I Try To Reach With Words What Matters Most And How I Fail.