INTERACTION OF FALLING MANEUVERS

 Every day, the distance between us, measurable even with the soul, seems to be getting smaller. We would move with slowed-down restraint through the heavy treadmills of Existence, lest we be permanently crushed by mere chance. Laws and human attitudes are sinking and rising at the same time, depending on the light they are cast in by influential people; because every role that is begun, played, or is just manipulative in our historical time is already limited to its core. A permanent wave of neglect and frantic falling maneuvers are soaking up the carefree life of man. 

Because now it seems that only omniscient selfishness can puff up in its increasingly sluggish fat, and rudeness spreads from one person to another like an ulcer. The feelings of accepting the victim - I fear - have already permanently slipped ashore. Boundless greed eats away at everything and everyone. It would be good to button up the reconciled difference like a coat offering protection. Promising dreams are not washed clean even by the sounds of the night. If you are not careful, they can easily fall through the mouse holes of so many sieves.

 The slow-motion collapse of the measured Time-loop also surrounds you more and more. Movement and everything can seem like a sneaking lie. The secret laughter that we carry within us is perhaps better if we deliberately hide it. Where can the well-tailored, old-fashioned politeness be left, which the ladies could also cling to if they wanted? The low price of discretion, like the stock market index, is creeping lower and lower. Only one standard of discipline is fashionable these days: to exploit everyone.