Peace

You can't wash in what you are.

The curses of a human being are the heirs of our ancestors.

We own them without ever having asked for it and yet we always pass them on.

No matter how much you eradicate, a part always remains and spreads.

You have to fall fore to drop your inheritance.

To free oneself from the inheritance means to distance oneself from oneself.

Protecting your heritage means living by it at the same time.

We are all victims of our heritage.

Intended for this.

The desire for peace seems pointless.

Peace does not correspond to the nature of man and preserving it triggers more unrest.

We suffer from the illusion of control over the world and life.

Hope seems to be just a word.

Our inheritance seems to be both a curse and a blessing.