In my new science, The Anthropolitical Motivations, I insist that we have no choice in our conversion to ideological movements, but we join because we are PREORDAINED to choose no other system of thinking. I did not choose to be Szukalski, with his mental peculiarities, his loves and phobias. I am what I am because of the particular spermatozoon among trillions from my father's ejaculation that penetrated the craving egg of my mother Konstancja.

Glance at the likeness of the glorious sculptor of ancient Greece. He has the typically Russian rozha (mug), the face of a predestined killer, a hyena among humans. He was dwarfish and had no neck and very short legs, as had Khrushchev. Luckily for the society of his epoch, he was balanced enough to desire becoming a sculptor. Had he been permitted to enter politics or join some revolutionists, he would have become a subversive to his nation. Instead, he turned into a beneficent Genius.

His name is a compression of the Protong description Brak Zi gDe Le Z, which tells us that his ancestors Took Towards Land Where Flooded From. In this self-portrait, carved at the bottom of a project for Pallas Athene, he gave himself the two Great Flood Serpents of the global (Twin Ocean) Deluge, which were vanquished (therefore, knotted). Note the sea waves, horizontally across the forehead.