“…Listen, what’s the most horrible experience you can imagine? To me-it’s being left, unarmed, in a sealed cell with a drooling beast of prey or a maniac who’s had some disease that’s eaten his brain out. You’d have nothing then but your voice-your voice and your thought. You’d scream to that creature why it should not touch you, you’d have the most eloquent words, the unanswearable words, you’d become the vessel of the absolute truth. And you’d see living eyes watching you and you’d know that the thing can’t hear you, that it can’t be reached, not reached, not in any way, yet it’s breathing and moving there before you with a purpose of it’s own. That’s horror. Well, that’s what’s hanging over the world, prowling somewhere through mankind, that same thing, something closed, mindless, utterly wanton, but something with an aim and a cunning of it’s own. I don’t think I’m a coward, but I’m afraid of it. And that’s all I know-only that it exists. I don’t know its purpose, I don’t know its nature.”
Steven Mallory em Atlas Shrugged de Ayn Rand
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