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 ineptias, nihil ab sumus in direptionem