O imitators, you slavish herd!

Posterity weaves no garlands for imitators.

We're not talking about satirists and imitators.

Peace secured by slavish submission is not peace.

Herd! Your first duty is to get rid of your shepherd!

Sheep all together, cars all together, people all together, crows all together, ants all together! Everywhere is full of herds! To breath comfortably, to feel free, to think better and to find the beauties of the unknown paths leave your herd! In whichever herd you are in, leave it!