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are covered with nonsense (yet filled with goodness).

Listen to this "way I see it," aka, excuse for some ridiculous musician or artist to say something absurd. This is profundity in the post-modern world.

"Beware of turning into the enemy you most fear. All it takes is to lash out violently at someone who has done you some grievous harm, proclaiming that only your pain matters in this world. More than against that person's body, you will then, at that moment, be committing a crime against your own imagination."

This little ditty comes from Ariel Dorfman, described as a "novelist, playwright and essayist," and I believe the fellow at whose feet the bloody corpse of "Amadeus" can be laid.

How can one commit a crime against one's "imagination?" This is morals for a relativistic society. When you physically attack someone, more than hurting them, you're hurting yourself because you've failed to imagine yourself as them? This is incoherent at best, and staggeringly self-centered.