After all, the inner bond between people is there. Hateful capitalism, after all, builds on this bond of true love, on its patience and long-suffering. Builds on this remedy that heals its cruel wounds, builds on the cement that does not let its selfishness and cruelty tear everything apart in a split second. Without the spiritual, feminine, inner connection of man to the whole creation, there would be no capitalism, because it would have eaten itself in infinite hatred already in the first second of its existence. It is therefore so hypocritical, so insane, that it defames the importance of the feminine and denies the existence of the soulish and wants to make believe that everything arises only from it and will continue to exist. Out of him, the destructiveness, the hatred, the fear, the loneliness. The incurable illness. One would like to laugh about this naive self-exaggeration of a deluded child, if this child would not burn grass with his burning glass in the sun, but billions of people to ashes.