That's the way it is. But they have set one
part of the people against the other, blinded them with fear, bound
them all hand and foot, squeezed them, and drained their blood, and
used some as clubs against the others. They've turned men into
weapons, into sticks and stones, and called it civilization, government."
He walked up to his mother and said to her firmly:
"That's crime, mother! The heinous crime of killing millions of
people, the murder of millions of souls! You understand--they kill
the soul! You see the difference between them and us. He killed a
man unwittingly. He feels disgusted, ashamed, sick--the main thing
is he feels disgusted! But they kill off thousands calmly, without
a qualm, without pity, without a shudder of the heart. They kill
with pleasure and with delight. And why? They stifle everybody and
everything to death merely to keep the timber of their houses
secure, their furniture, their silver, their gold, their worthless
papers--all that cheap trash which gives them control over the
people. Think, it's not for their own selves, for their persons,
that they protect themselves thus, using murder and the mutilation
of souls as a means--it's not for themselves they do it, but for the
sake of their possessions.
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