I didn't get smarter or braver! - Crying hysterical despair continues to shake the structure of my body - if I suddenly move, I dare to cry alone in the tearful captivity of Turkish and shower roses! The world is still resisting with gnarled ideas and in vain I want to be independent of the mind - to liberate the obligatory conventions of society - It is not possible!

For the honest man also picks up the breadwinner in his day and is broken after eight or ten casual working hours, on the altar of his own vulnerability! Shiny glass ***** appear as indelible shadows in your eyes; planet-sized tears. "He is looking for helpless self-pity, groping for a way out, and no matter how hard he tries to find mercy, he can't find it!"

We are hesitantly wondering who will be forced out of our comfortable, protective beds with the whips of duty at five o'clock in the morning as convicts! If we look at the bottom of mirrors: Our self-pity also spits in our eyes, our pride goes into our eyes! - It flows like dirt inside us, and we ask ourselves out loud ironically:

"That's all we could do ?!" "And we push the child half an onion, bird-watching food as a gift of grace," the shame stamp has been tattooed on our bitter face: If we don't take care of the missing bills, majestic overhead-piles can sweep away our house!

And we feel in ourselves that the honor of our work has been lost today because Man forgot to find something in himself and maybe rediscover it: If all efforts, struggles and wills enrich the yellow earth...