THE ART OF INQUISITIONARY PETTY

The stubborn effort that only man can understand himself; the diminishing regularity of intentions, the inquisitorial midwifery indifference that now - for some reason - is already settling heavily on life; cheap successes and awards should not tempt you irresponsibly either. The petty, merciless logic of cogwheel systems piles up the simple average here and there, and it is increasingly rare to speak up. The more influential seem to deliberately not tolerate petty extremes, in which it would still be good to hold on a little sometimes. Among the mazes of useful lies and half-truths, it is increasingly difficult to find an act guided by sincere intention. 

Because now the massive, muddy lake of enduring idiocy is belching even more, while the primitive towers of neo-barbarism are gloomy all around. In the leaden cage of Time, modern man seems to be able to toss and turn, like a tied-up person. A castrated generation is still performing in a circus, scolding and lazing around because it cannot find its place. On hidden paths, the merchants-entrepreneurs who want to make a profit are trapping their dreams.

 The daily pinpricks deliberately suffered as cheap little defeats, the pitiful, almost pleasure-seeking pranks of the ambitious and the self-important, i.e. who else can be fooled and robbed lavishly? The ominous warning signs inserted into cynical chess moves, which no one can be curious enough about. The filth-stream of stagnant water that has become rotten to the core of human relationships will finally sweep everyone away.

 The Celebrity star dreams of unqualified recognition, just like the five-minute-famous person who stepped into the tabloid media for such and such considerations. This current postmodern century praises thin-headed bloodsucking scoundrels in vain. Where are the librarian prophets who want to philosophize compared to bustling jackal-breakers?! It's as if everyone is being devoured at once by the sea of ​​​​flesh of life!