"<p>The value of money, wealth, rank, prestige above all else, the economism that today's man sees as the ultimate realism: it is in fact idealism, albeit in a negative and parodic way. Money is not food, not drink, not clothing, not a work of art, something essentially useless, in fact it does not exist, it is a mere idea and ideal; and the accumulation of this fictitious thing is regarded by modern man as the whole of sanity. The accumulated wealth, which over-abounds beyond necessity, is only a nuisance and a problem, and sooner or later it slips out from under its owner, so that even the necessary will not remain. Rank removes all that is tolerable in man, and sets up senseless barriers, which breed hatred and envy. Validation leads nowhere, because there is always further and further down this road, the desire for validation is an unbearable itch, like a skin disease. In addition, modern man is heaping on himself a pile of the most obdurate community principles in impossible handcuffs. In the confusion of obsessions and emotions, community, nation, race, people, home, public safety, duty, the defence of our borders, the raising of our standard of living, the spread of our culture, have become a man-eating idol. If you look around you: prohibition, coercion, slogan, rubbish, drivel, hogwash, propaganda, profiteering, pushing, fear, insecurity. The intolerance of our systems is something that people today groan about the most and would like to compensate for with some pompous respect for culture: each system calls itself the saviour of culture and the others the destroyers of culture. But today's man, this negative idealist, detached from all reality, wants to adore culture in vain, his adoration is an empty set of words, a grab-bag of measures, a constant cloaking of his own yawns; and he sees culture as a fairground gibberish, an incessant saving of people, nations, communities, a tasteless self-adulation of "geniuses", a social event. Culture is static, calm, non-institutionalizable; the more today's fidgety-moving man jumps around it, the more he crushes it. The more he 'takes culture to heart', the more he seems to have no feeling for it; the more he 'saves and protects' it, the more he seems to need a protection of it. He moves money, armies, a deliberately dumbed-down herd of people, and he is destroyed, when a single breath of culture could save him. But that one breath is missing, and the money, the army, the herd of men continue to grind onwards.<br />There is only one way out of this cave of human suffering of human life, of human emotions, but it will not happen: if humanity were to change to a sober, stable basis: to satisfy its needs and not its fears and emotions. Since there is no hope of this, each man can only create a tolerable world within himself, for himself, if he is strong enough to renounce all prejudices and see with his own eyes, like a child: Everyone can only achieve realism instead of negative idealism, internal, unshakable security instead of the nightmare of external order, money, wealth, rank, prestige. And only the few can achieve it, even for themselves, who have been given the sense to do so.</p>"