It cannot be enough, never enough, to have a satisfied Consciousness to assume its meaning and purpose with a reserved head and an outstretched back. The work done, the harmony gained - I say - if you don’t pay attention, it will soon collapse! As long as the body is ready to absorb the foaming sources of oxygen bubbles: We have lived on unattainable possibilities: Therefore, in its meaninglessness and futility, conscious struggle will be mortal, and the idyll: Responsibility. You are an integral part of the world, if you want to, if not! The screams of trampling and rude snoring are every day: Frothing devours all human selflessness, relieving humanity, the statistical war for overtime!

Your heart also trembles daily. he drowns infected in a sense of lack, yet he proclaims, “Pumped forward! Well, old man! Feel free! " - tomorrow in robot hell is close to the rewarded Goal, and the premium, but like all promises can only be pure, unadulterated True, if not bribed word! And it is futile to torment common sense in vain, - saying: Full harmony even!

Everyone is addicted to just everyday life. The given company drains the thoughts, the energies that have remained and are now in reserve! That’s why a tired mother already sighs peacefully in chunky dreams, in the depths of captive armchairs - even though it’s only seven in the evening! - And while the proud instinct of subsistence is on fire: Even on the heels of days, it is necessary to stack and do more!

The big opponent stays that way. there is a lack of money for skinny hunger wages! Fearfully, you will feel it yourself - the greatest deception that can ever befall is the Promise: what you know; It is never fulfilled! And he doesn't ask: Why ?! - Momentary happiness is what we can strive for with day-to-day predictability