COUNTERPOINTS OF SEWN-UP MOUTHS

 
It is often better for a person to accept and listen to the silent verdict, because - secretly - he may even know that he will never appeal against it. In inwardly turned eyes, the chain of persistent suspicions has grown more and more like a vile pile of surplus. It is not worth leaving the busy idea, the wandering daydreams of imagined dreams to heirs, because Reality has become more and more compelling, unrealistic. 

Because the World also has counterpoints, which, in order, like divine laws, strain against each other; because every loss must also be and remain a pure testimony. The petty shame of beaten or sewn-up mouths can still be heard very much at the city gates of the soul that have begun to rust, because now protection is once again buzzing for itself and sly thieves and carrion flies are sliding down your a*s and licking your a*s. That all the former Whole has become broken again, barely noticeable. 

That all the base dialogue, which once still had a value-meaning, has become a double-edged sword again, false beauty, lying cleverness are now - it really seems - engaged again. Because now it seems that even the restless dogs bark at each other as humans, more and more aggressively. It is becoming increasingly difficult to remain faithful to the metaphor of self-identity. The melancholy indifference of petrified, lasting decay settles on man involuntarily, a weak, easily bursting soap bubble on the mud of Being. Man often does better to fall, like some eccentric bird into the wish-basket of non-existence.

 A firm instinct-spirit that tenses and playfully subsides; The bomb funnels of roaring silence still spew out scolding noises, in the deserted fields of brainwashed minds the torchlight of free thought is nowhere to be found, except in the cavernous depths of rarely visited libraries.