Marxism, famously a cry of pain rather than a science, has had its poets, but so has every other major religious heresy.

And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Even if you see the end
Or 
The end
Work harder!
Either you'll end up winning
Or at least satisfied.

The idea of bringing someone into the world fills me with horror. I would curse myself if I were a father. A son of mine! Oh no, no, no! May my entire flesh perish and may I transmit to no one the aggravations and the disgrace of existence.

Written By Gustave Flaubert

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