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"I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible - Jew, Gentile - black man - white.

We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness - not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there's room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls - has barricaded the world with hate - has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in man - cries for universal brotherhood - for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world - millions of despairing men, women, and little children - victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say: 'Do not despair.' The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.

Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes - men who despise you and enslave you - who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel! Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don't hate, only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural!

Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St Luke, it is written the kingdom of God is within man not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful - to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy - let us use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security.

By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world - to do away with national barriers - to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason - a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us unite!"

In contrast, Eysenck suggested that extraverts have relatively low levels of ARAS activity and, therefore, relatively low levels of cortical arousal.
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what defines me is not what fines you what drives me is not what drives you i love what you do not love i am me and you are you. because im just sitting here, sitting on my cloud, waiting so long for for another sunbeam to come my way. oh how ive waited so long for the sunbeam to come my way. because at the end of another long day, all i want is a sunbeam in my way. all the things you've ever wanted can be found in that simple moment in the sun as it hits you in the face, you cant deny the bursts of energy with which it fills your soul. sitting on a cloud, just sitting on that cloud, melting my thoughts away. spending my days staring into the great unknown, discovering the secrets it holds. my cloud is there, not going away, and all i can do is sit here all day. I have no friends with whom to play, so all i can do is sit here and stay from morning til night, on my cloud i stay, from here it feels i never can stray. you may think im crazy for being this way, and ill never manage to find the words to say, the reasons for which i choose to be on top of my cloud, high above sea. the things that ive seen, the places ive been, as so amazing and filled with good things. if only i could somehow find a way to take you there with me, what an amazing ride that would be. we'd saddle up tight and bring all our things like food and clothing but no cell phones that ring. no noise and no ipods and no tv or books, just tasty little things we can broil and cook. For this is no place for common day disturbances. Leave it behind I promise you wont miss it one bit. Your organizer, agenda, and day-planning things can take their rightful place in the garbage bin. no headphones or batteries will be allowed. this place, i guess we can give it a name. it is the future, and no this is not another one of my games. im not playing with you, although it may be hard to believe that im actually serious. And I dont blame you id think im crazy too if i was in your position. But just picture it all after the beautiful destruction. The destruction that we brought upon ourselves. After everything is gone, what will there be? well thats why im taking you away to this place, so you can see. all these things that you worry about today will be insignificant after the destruction.. You will finally understand that the only thing that actually matters is the pursuit of inner happiness and that doesnt come from material things. For shits sake, im writing all this down on a fucking t-shirt! A t shirt you paid good money for but dont feel bad. Because in the meantime we must continue to create beautiful things. because it is our only way to show the beauty that the future holds. it is our interpretation of happiness. and that my friend, is priceless.

The New York Trilogy is a series of novels by Paul Auster. Originally published sequentially as City of Glass (1985), Ghosts (1986) and The Locked Room (1986), it has since been collected into a single volume.

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