VIRTUAL FOX LANGUAGES

 The walls that didn't remain - I feel - still guard, hold back. Subsidiarity or nothingness is now so common. No amount of frivolity can quench thirst, which like glue sooner or later sticks to a person's skin, nestling itself in it. An eternally drawn border stands hesitantly in the depths of the human soul, which only the privileged are allowed to cross alone, the treacherous mills of time are increasingly going crazy over our invisible heads; as if everything is treated as a transition and understood here. Drifting along with any roaring flood seems like futile thoughtlessness, because every fate that has befallen one could have dreamed of a different fate, one would rather trudge on hesitantly in the twilights of chance, like a nodding donkey, if only they were left outside. 

Nowadays, many people believe that they can find a more real reason for success, fame, and prosperity in goat parables, because everyone is floating more and more in virtual-digital terms, while the World catches itself and flies away in flight, because now many people are giving orders in fox tongues; whoever sows, no longer wants, rather reaps but in a massive way. Injustices often make us grateful for nothing. Even in impossibility, there is, was, and will be some kind of risk; tortured faces are increasingly retreating. So many human plans and goals are constantly getting stuck on the reefs of distances. 

Because our dreams are constantly being robbed, shedding our lives like a foreign coat. Because a person can rarely reach the ultimate whole, they also anticipate the laws of their own transience. It would be good to practice the intentional rhythm of life during a difficult, tolerated time of day. It would be good if someone could guide the passengers of the endless Times through in time...