I felt, for the first time, that a protest had been lodged
against corruption, and that even as the dead were
comforting me, so I was comforting the unborn. I felt that
humanity existed, and that it existed without clothes. How
can I possibly explain this? It was naked, humanity seemed
naked, and all these tubes and buttons and machineries
neither came into the world with us, nor will they follow us
out, nor do they matter supremely while we are here