Líka síðan eg sum óviti fyrstu ferð sá myndir-nar av dungunum av líkum í týningarlegunum, sum bara vóru húð og bein, tykjast tær enn líka ófatiligar, og onkursvegna hevði tað eisini tókst sum ein háðan av ofrunum at siga seg duga at greina hesa marru.

Hetta merkir ikki, at vit skulu seta hugsanarbann, og at vit skulu gevast at royna at fata tað ófatiliga, tí sjálvandi skulu vit víðka fatanarøkið, men eg haldi, at tað er vandamikið, bæði fyri okkara samfelag sum heild og fyri einstaka menniskjað, av skærari mentanarligari hugmóð ikki at vilja viðurkenna, at ein óndskapur er til, sum, sjálvt um hann ikki er at skilja, kortini er líka veruligur sum Íshavið og Empire State Building.
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Just like the very first time, I, a mere child then, saw the pictures of the piles of corpses in the concentration camps, only skin and bones, to this day, they remain as unfathomable, and somehow, it would also seem an insult to the victims to claim, that you understood the meaning of this nightmare.

That is not to say, that we need thought policing, that we should stop with our efforts to explain the inexplicable. Obviously, we should always strive to widen our spectrum of understanding, yet, I see a risk – for society as a whole as well as for the individual – in denying, due to sheer cultural arrogance, that an evil exists, which, although inexplicable, is as real as the Arctic Ocean and the Empire State Building.