Let us not condemn the human beings self-appointed to serve machines, poor humans, so weak of mind, so self-misled, so willing to risk heroic wrong. What’s the satisfaction in condemning the self-condemned? Let them be answered by themselves who grow smaller, their great works uglier, more lethal, day by day. As we wish, ourselves, to be spared the fatal numbering, let us not confound offenders with offenses. May they come to mercy and to peace. But damn their bank accounts, inflated by the spent breath of all the earth, of species forever changed to money. Let their legal falsehoods, corpses
