HALFWAY AMONG HALF-EYED SHEEP

 Among the gears of the deliberately reduced intellect - still halfway - there may be a tiny little secret floating around; which man is still dying out on his own, although the World would constantly demand that he stay alert. There is still a long way to irreducibility. The strings of common sense are certainly prone to snapping at an early age, especially these days; certainly not without reason.

 People who have become a mass, like crazy sheep on each other's backs or rascals, have decided to become old-fashioned wild jerks, because nowadays it is more trendy and easier. In business life, fierce sharks, clawing each other to death, are fighting even on the moshings, and they don't even ask the simpler ones: Well, tell me?! How and how are you going to live and prosper?! 

Locked in a cage of attractive mirages, both sight and appearance go so fast, because where could the fortune that has been turned away from Europe go? The widening avenue leading to conscious nothingness - it may seem - is today only being built for "some". The intention that always consciously nods to it - in many cases - is also going fast. How could one get along better if the common man is already a battered, battered beggar to himself?! 

Life now - increasingly - seems untenable, since on every square meter one stumbles upon pig heads, pig-headed lords, who are increasingly grumbling that they love and prefer filth more than regular, edible food. After all, it seems like everyone is now as if they have long been accustomed to infectious, earthly puddles.