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The Artist’s Mother, 1883, Georges Seurat
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William Russell Flint, The Lady of the Lake
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Christiane F (1981)

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6 Years (2015)

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Dio è morto. Dio resta morto. E noi l'abbiamo ucciso. Come potremmo sentirci a posto, noi assassini di tutti gli assassini? Nulla esisteva di più sacro e grande in tutto il mondo, ed ora è sanguinante sotto le nostre ginocchia: chi ci ripulirà dal sangue? Che acqua useremo per lavarci? Che festività di perdono, che sacro gioco dovremo inventarci? Non è forse la grandezza di questa morte troppo grande per noi? Non dovremmo forse diventare divinità semplicemente per esserne degni?