kisses of egoism

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“If everybody kissed me, the man would have great possibilities of extinction. After all, give me some time and my project will be realized. It is a long job, it asks for sacrifice, subjugation, but at the end I will win. In effect, they are by now many centuries that my surface of bright rock is smoothed and covered by insencere acts of love, by kisses of egoism. It is useless to keep on denying: the man boasts him to be generous towards the nature, to love it, yet he doesn’t do anything else than to dry up its energies. Personal experience. Hey, I am an unique stone: I can give the eloquence with a simple kiss. And men reciprocate my gift setting me in a castle, to hold me fixed, ready to use in any moment. And look them as they flow numerous in Ireland, to the Blarney Stone! As they stick out themselves from the parapet to be able to kiss me! I hope that, one day or the other, the assistants push down my pretenders for the precipice. What a pity, it seems someone has read my thought through layers of history: recently, they have inserted a railing to avoid accidents. However, I should not be so severe:as men, I have selfish objectives too, but, of course, I won’t disclose my plans to you, naïve listeners… We will allow to do to the time and the kisses..”