Whoever you may have been in the shackles of your past, now you are wandering aimlessly, pouring in the apostate hours of the day: What you thought was certain to be kept, and what you thought was easily escaping your punching hand these days! - You don't need more desire to prove: In the process, your former merry allies emerge: In joy and sorrow, your girlfriends, friends, colleagues - did not exist here on this earth! There is also a thirty-year sketch of your body as a question of why and how: Your everyday tried and worn nerves are strained through strings.

the matured and lying lie-off peace of suffering, emotions. Whoever you were as a rabbi of your past, now the Present scatters and shares your tried memories: Everyday proofs! For a long time you were hesitant, half-hearted, speechless, struggling with conscious silence: It would have been nice to call secrets with open-hearted, sincere-minded people - only for the One, True word!

Afraid, I have all left the shores of peace. Once again, I should start to stubbornly and proudly resurrect with elevated consciousness and faith - while I can and can: Beauty will be in the constant, mortal cycle as well: The redeemable mortality of Existence, your little one!

Now you are still carrying yourself deep in yourself, your thoughtful and imagined fall, because you have never let go and let the trembling little people fall asleep embedded in the depths of your heart to crawling, soul-seeing eyes!

Your unruly confidence, your unbroken confidence in the immortality of letters, is now still the object of ridicule: Standing alone, standing alone! - Whoever you were behind your little boy's mask: In the outbursts of rage of natural elements who want to rage, demand and so proclaim the moral Humanity,

"You can be sure once again, if you believe in him, an uncarved world-thrown, hermit of the mountains." The Redeeming Peace is making its way more and more urgently in you