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I
shall
live
here
,
in
my
own
house
.
I
shall
take
my
food
from
the
earth
by
the
toil
of
my
own
hands
.
I
shall
learn
many
secrets
from
my
books
.
Through
the
years
ahead
,
I
shall
rebuild
the
achievements
of
the
past
,
and
open
the
way
to
carry
them
further
,
the
achievements
which
are
open
to
me
,
but
closed
forever
to
my
brothers
,
for
their
minds
are
shackled
to
the
weakest
and
dullest
ones
among
them
.
I
have
learned
that
my
power
of
the
sky
was
known
to
men
long
ago
;
they
called
it
Electricity
.
It
was
the
power
that
moved
their
greatest
inventions
.
It
lit
this
house
with
light
which
came
from
those
globes
of
glass
on
the
walls
.
I
have
found
the
engine
which
produced
this
light
.
I
shall
learn
how
to
repair
it
and
how
to
make
it
work
again
.
I
shall
learn
how
to
use
the
wires
which
carry
this
power
.
Then
I
shall
build
a
barrier
of
wires
around
my
home
,
and
across
the
paths
which
lead
to
my
home
;
a
barrier
light
as
a
cobweb
,
more
impassable
than
a
wall
of
granite
;
a
barrier
my
brothers
will
never
be
able
to
cross
.
For
they
have
nothing
to
fight
me
with
,
save
the
brute
force
of
their
numbers
.
I
have
my
mind
.
Then
here
,
on
this
mountaintop
,
with
the
world
below
me
and
nothing
above
me
but
the
sun
,
I
shall
live
my
own
truth
.
Gaea
is
pregnant
with
my
child
.
Our
son
will
be
raised
as
a
man
.
He
will
be
taught
to
say
“
I
”
and
to
bear
the
pride
of
it
.
He
will
be
taught
to
walk
straight
and
on
his
own
feet
.
He
will
be
taught
reverence
for
his
own
spirit
.
When
I
shall
have
read
all
the
books
and
learned
my
new
way
,
when
my
home
will
be
ready
and
my
earth
tilled
,
I
shall
steal
one
day
,
for
the
last
time
,
into
the
cursed
City
of
my
birth
.
I
shall
call
to
me
my
friend
who
has
no
name
save
International
4
-
8818
,
and
all
those
like
him
,
Fraternity
2
-
5503
,
who
cries
without
reason
,
and
Solidarity
9
-
6347
who
calls
for
help
in
the
night
,
and
a
few
others
.
I
shall
call
to
me
all
the
men
and
the
women
whose
spirit
has
not
been
killed
within
them
and
who
suffer
under
the
yoke
of
their
brothers
.
They
will
follow
me
and
I
shall
lead
them
to
my
fortress
.
And
here
,
in
this
uncharted
wilderness
,
I
and
they
,
my
chosen
friends
,
my
fellow
-
builders
,
shall
write
the
first
chapter
in
the
new
history
of
man
.
These
are
the
things
before
me
.
And
as
I
stand
here
at
the
door
of
glory
,
I
look
behind
me
for
the
last
time
.
I
look
upon
the
history
of
men
,
which
I
have
learned
from
the
books
,
and
I
wonder
.
It
was
a
long
story
,
and
the
spirit
which
moved
it
was
the
spirit
of
man
’
s
freedom
.
But
what
is
freedom
?
Freedom
from
what
?
There
is
nothing
to
take
a
man
’
s
freedom
away
from
him
,
save
other
men
.
To
be
free
,
a
man
must
be
free
of
his
brothers
.
That
is
freedom
.
That
and
nothing
else
.
At
first
,
man
was
enslaved
by
the
gods
.
But
he
broke
their
chains
.
Then
he
was
enslaved
by
the
kings
.
But
he
broke
their
chains
.
He
was
enslaved
by
his
birth
,
by
his
kin
,
by
his
race
.
But
he
broke
their
chains
.
He
declared
to
all
his
brothers
that
a
man
has
rights
which
neither
god
nor
king
nor
other
men
can
take
away
from
him
,
no
matter
what
their
number
,
for
his
is
the
right
of
man
,
and
there
is
no
right
on
earth
above
this
right
.
And
he
stood
on
the
threshold
of
the
freedom
for
which
the
blood
of
the
centuries
behind
him
had
been
spilled
.
But
then
he
gave
up
all
he
had
won
,
and
fell
lower
than
his
savage
beginning
.
What
brought
it
to
pass
?
What
disaster
took
their
reason
away
from
men
?
What
whip
lashed
them
to
their
knees
in
shame
and
submission
?
The
worship
of
the
word
“
We
.
”
