On how we shape a free community: A letter
So far, we are still humans controlled by humans, and thus suffer the whole spectrum of human faults and errors. A letter on how we shape a free community.
There is much we don’t say – see for ourselves yet our mind picks up the smallest detail, unconscious referenced in sub-conscience.
So far, we are still humans controlled by humans, and thus suffer the whole spectrum of human faults and errors. A letter on how we shape a free community.
The following was taken from a letter to a fellow writer, with whom I spoke extensively about the research for my new book Alterity that will touch on events of WWII and the impact of the GDR system on the society of East Germany.
Are crimes perceived as more terrible when the victims are anonymous? Anonymous victims here refer to the shadow of our soul. Success in the underworld.
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