25.06.2026
A: Why do you hate other people so much?
S: What have they done to deserve any love? Look at the world that they have put up around themselves.
A: But you are always talking about the love for humanity.
S: For humanity. Not for humans. For them in the abstract. Because their concrete form is atrocious. And besides which, the humanity that I live for and service is an idealised humanity. Without this idealisation, there would be no motivation to help people like these.
A: Is this world then so bad?
S: It is so wonderful that people have stopped reading the newspapers because they couldn’t bear to hear about the glorious achievements and happenings of this world. The fact that you can ask that question with a straight face is quite incredible.
A: But your life is not too bad, is it? You have someone. You have work. You have assets. You have the gift of genius. You have so many varied interests. You have a huge circle of friends. You can basically do whatever you feel like doing…
S: Genius lives in a world without appreciation and without recognition. And for a genius with the ego of a genius, this is torture. I suffer that I am not given my due.
A: People will always find something to complain about.
S: I complain about people. I am not people. I am the lone one. I am The Tiger. What do they do except produce complaints from the objective observer? Atrocious actions. Calamitous carryings-on. Repulsive redundancies.
A: Alliteration in all of its iterations. The Tiger scowls. But the friend asks, what is the cost for a smile?
diary of a lone man 