“Perhaps men of genius are the only true men. In all the history of the race there have been only a few thousand real men. And the rest of us–what are we? Teachable animals. Without the help of the real man, we should have found out almost nothing at all. Almost all the ideas with which we are familiar could never have occurred to minds like ours. Plant the seeds there and they will grow; but our minds could never spontaneously have generated them.”

Si l’humain est une race
quelle est celle des trop humains?
Condamnés à vivre dans une société morte,
ils attendent de mourir pour appartenir enfin
à l’humanité qui les a engendrés.
Seulement ainsi le futur enclavé dans le passé
peut se libérer du présent qui n’est pas don.