I, too, am a land of boundless possibilities. — Rosa Luxemburg
In spite of pointlessness the dance moves. In spite of silence the music is made. In spite of death life reflects its sweetness in compassion. When things happen in spite of themselves we attribute naturalness to them. The same naturalness I attribute to compassion. That I am bound to the world of others outside the categories of class, race, religion, caste and gender is what makes me protest against suffering inflicted in the name of those very categories. They are unnatural and go against the timeless spirit of equality.