What freedom men and women could have, were they not constantly tricked and trapped and enslaved and tortured by their sexuality! The only drawback in that freedom is that without it one would not be a human. One would be a monster.
This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.
No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.
Monsters exist because they are part of the divine plan, and in the horrible features of those same monsters the power of the Creator is revealed.
It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.