Even if you cannot catch a glimpse of it, it exists, that end of the tunnel. But its light, in truth, remains unknowable; other-worldly. The tunnel is a threshold, giving way to a new different world. More than one wolf and falcon, cynical and greedy as ever, has already imagined and prepped it as their own fresh kill. We are less powerful but many more, and this world will be what we make of it. Let’s stop grumbling and roll up our sleeves. Without slaves, there are no tyrants.
Même si on ne l’aperçoit pas, il existe, le bout du tunnel. Mais la lumière, au fond, nous est inconnue ; c’est celle d’un autre monde. Ce tunnel est un seuil, débouchant sur un nouveau différent. Quelques loups et faucons, cyniques et cupides, l’ont déjà imaginé et le préparent à leur méchante sauce. Nous sommes moins puissants, mais plus nombreux, et ce monde sera ce que nous en ferons. Cessons de râler et retroussons-nous les manches. Sans esclaves, point de tyrans.
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