. To be human ought not be an ideal for man who is inevitably human, being human must be the way that I, living thing, obeying freely the path of whatever is alive, am human. And I don’t even need to care for my soul, it will inevitably care for me, and I don’t have to make a soul for myself: all I have to do is choose to live. We are free, and that is hell. But there are so many roaches that they appear a prayer.
