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"Dream another impossible dream Fight when it's easy to give in Beat the invincible enemy Deny when the rule is to sell Suffer relentless torture Break the impossible prison Fly to an improbable limit Touch the inaccessible ground It's my law, it's my question Turn this world around, nail this the ground I don't care if it's too terrible How many wars I have to win For a little peace And tomorrow if this ground that I kissed Is my bed and forgiveness I'll know it was worth Delirious and dying of passion And so, whatever it is It will be end to infinite affliction And the world will see a flower sprout from the impossible ground..."
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Anthropology, biology, physiology, psychology have brought together mountains of material to set before man, in all their scope, the tasks of his own bodily and spiritual improvement and his further development. By the brilliant hand of Sigmund Freud, psychoanalysis lifted the lid from the well poetically named the human “soul”. And what appeared? Our conscious thought constitutes only a small part of the work of the dark psychic forces. Learned divers descend to the bottom of the ocean and photograph mysterious fish. For human thought to descend to the bottom of its own psychic well, it must illuminate the mysterious driving forces of the soul and submit them to reason and will. When he has finished with the anarchic forces of his own society, man will work on himself in the mortars, in the retorts of the chemist. For the first time, humanity will consider itself as raw material.
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There, in times of Dystropia, this place or imaginary state in which one lives in conditions of extreme oppression, despair or deprivation... Much better inspiration, it pulses here much more vigorously and is animated vivaciously, thanks to its Erotic Art! In this ideal space, of complete happiness and harmony, my furtive Utopia drinks this sublime food served on her lips... Long live Utopia in banquet!
