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What was easier to hijack than democracy? Like most things in the world of men, democracy was principally a question of money, and the prince had plenty.
“What you lose in strength, you gain in clear-sightedness. The trick is to reach the age of wisdom while you’re still strong enough to do things.”
The same is true of faith. If it is incomplete, it will not lead you to Paradise.
The religious competencies of its ministers didn’t solve a single economic or social problem, and in many respects, the situation worsened. The country remained mired in poverty and its young people in unemployment, while the violence of a fringe of radicals and their hate-filled discourse proliferated with the leaders’ complacency. Within the dream of prosperity and tolerance, nothing remained of fragile democracy but the illusory right to talk shit.
“Here, strong collective choices were made. Life first! The last nuclear power plant will be closed within a year.” “Here, weak collective choices were made. Death prowls everywhere, among men and insects alike.”
He went back for Staka and took the road to the village, damning in his heart the commander, his katiba, and all the murderers and warmongers prostituting God to their ends. A God that could still console him for the cruelty of man through the gentleness of his bees.
