We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
Ad internicionem cuncti delendi sumus, omnibus nobis, quae circum! Sed solum quod non debent ut inuicem diligamus. We are a metu ac complanatis Deus, et nos sumus in direptionem et a nullo.