The man curls up. Available. And then he shrinks suddenly like a servant who has served a definite time. Or a gentle, benevolent mother reciprocated her gifted existence with her immortal cells: The tears of wearable vulnerability on our faces shine like the insignia! He works like a dragged workhorse for ten to twelve hours a day, and if, even as a candlelight, his sober mind consciously shines into the winding, serpentine eternity of loans, it never culminates. Tie a tie. He chases his strangling, uncomfortable, tight spacesuit out of compulsion, tolerantly: Maybe he'll have the long-awaited dream job. Safe money-screaming job, hard-working, livelihood investment!
the missed, never-returning immortal minutes of Being, he deliberately wasted: Swollen, his pretzel-back in fatal Time, - not only Morality can straighten it out! He explains his extravagant waste against hopeful and legitimate happiness — he finds only the hinterland of extinct, uninhabited pillows — and as a nuclear nucleus he is already terrorized by certain recognition:

He is Alone forever! - A prison camp of lonely stars illuminates a gaping dark hole-sky infected with empty indifference: Silent continents of space shattered into glass, like billions of stars, orbiting like heads as floating astronauts!

He keeps morphing and pondering: He cherishes the eternal truths of heralds: Heritage, as salvation, which changes in the security of birth, is transcended! The great scam, in which you find yourself dripping during your eternal work - how Nonsense in the greedy, incomprehensible insatiability of people, in the petty world of profit-making! Only what is careful, modestly always humble, scientist-hand-preserved, must and can have the eternal right to survive, while we also know the Masterpieces deep in the trash cans - there is a second possibility as the universality of Humanity!