As if man could now be captured once and for all by the vegetative World, which has advanced to a homogeneous state. As if the infected hemlock cup of conscious shell-solitude should be drained to the bottom - as necessary; offensive indifference, vile suspicion - it may seem - today silent accomplices of a drunken man, everyone is swallowed up by compromises like unreasoning animals, since decency can no longer exist. Like a lurking hyena army, persistent idiocy and indifference threaten its victims, until Death unexpectedly forces the average to its knees. The sense of lasting shame burns out the sense of wasted years, because shameless creepers are now multiplying unnoticed, who never let others assert themselves and kick the ball.
Halfway between birth and death, the sure abyss of despair is already surging within, the proof of the compromises made every day; it is quite a difficult and tiring task to even crawl under the creaking train wheels, let alone survive with the massive sense of security of sleepwalkers. - As if one should accept every new, meaningless defeat and stroke of fate with apathetic resignation.
Only a few can take the risk of starting over. It would be good, therefore, to observe precisely, even if only once in a while, the course of inner events, and what is still missing from the Whole that has been torn into parts. The innermost, secret desires that lurk for betrayals consume the needs of the individual; it would be necessary to get to know the limits of greedy selfishness.
Because there is no credit - either way, or no - for redundant, aimless promises. The Moliere-like risk of mistakes can hardly be taken as a thread; One can only stumble through human-sized dimensions, because they are unaware of the obstacles that Life sets up. It is hardly possible to rest a little in the ruts of everyday life.