Character: Oswald Mundus

“It's incredible how tragedy clears up the mind. What was I supposed to do? Fall into depression and despair? Why not just die in that jungle among abandoned temples.

A new century is coming.

Hands are bleeding heavily. I rub and rub, but the smell does not wash away. How can I now hold my children with these hands? How can I kiss them goodnight with those lips with which I gave such instructions?

I wake up alone in a house filled with silence. The absent sound of children playing is reminiscent of a dark grave that calls me to descend into the ground, where only corpses can be found. No matter! My children call me and I will not leave them. I will find them.

What if they could stand straight and walk as men? What if we tamed these animals? Would they write songs? To Seek God?
I saw them and just say: no. Would not. But they gladly accepted of God, which is imposed on them, and he began to pray. Then I realized that they are not separated from the mass, from the crowd. They are just like us.
Irrevocably passing this thought line, I understand that we, too, are in chains and need to gain freedom. To free man, we cut it. To cross the great limit of evolution, it must first conduct through the earth.