What kills man is pride; it is what blurs the vision and clouds the living. Human dignity boils down to doing the best of what is possible, but what is possible never satisfies the pride. From it springs an insatiable yearning and a discontentment with what is enough to fill modest eyes. So it represents the disgust, the castration and the burial of the stimulus that, for many who never expected it, proved that the possible is sometimes distorted by the vision.