Connected with the Consciousness that I can hardly be on this earth, I can find a way out with a solution. Bigger — I don’t know how to get into confusion, to be upheaval: I might have been better off throwing the beautiful gold tiles of my memory among the permanently cleansing Léthe foams; Disgusted, uncleanly-filthy, I want to bathe in tears of innocence - while I can still -! The timelessness of the solution is what threatens the darkness:

Maybe I don't dare look at myself anymore so I can shake up the little man, who is I inside? I couldn’t unravel the stifling loops of Time - baguette questions magnified into elephants by Gordian knot problems giggle answers, they demand me! And I am far from shores every day, clinging to the graces of Atlantis at most

forced to face the unpredictability of tomorrow: without the full right of struggle, struggle: Perhaps my pacifism, which seeks peace, compels me, as conscious cowards, to hide the essence of Whole, Truth, in itself: a shell enclosed in a drift. - What penetrating, otherworldly words

they would be able to turn the true pearls of my soul out of their shells carefully to turn to the forgiving grace of the Sun: Sparking vulnerable values? - I tried to venture into dangerous mobs without panic, laden with common sense: My thirst for driven knowledge!

Perhaps it is the cure for unhappiness that protects and does not let man on the brink of bribed illusions and disappointing disappointments! "I must remain silent until the end of the world, so that, like a subtle dust-thick rainbow and sunlight, I can shine more honestly, forgivingly, and more fragilely through my conscience!"

The Creepy, Spacious Sense of Fear: The awareness that they could be easily threatened at any time, surrounded by the possible imagination of a trampling, a slayer, as a conscious sane among assassins