Dogs can bark.
Fairy tales don't need to have a happy ending.
Stupid people are born not produced.
You don't have to be human.
Why people in this world hate what is not them?
Why they fear what they don't know?
Why they hate themselfs most of all?
For beeing weak, for beeing old, for beeing everything alltogether that is not god-like.
Which of us can be that? Monsters all, are we not?