IN THE SHADOW OF ETERNAL MANIPULATIONS, COMPROMISES

 Even if the empty promise is still whispering, with a sly, sly desire, a false promise in the courtyard of outstretched handshakes or words, because meaningless, gouty wills have also been boasting in ostentatious, haughty actions. 

The company of Pilates who wash their hands has increased, but especially now, who regularly peddle sins, since they can believe that cheap forgiveness of sins no longer applies to them; because everything is covered by the shadow of conscious compromise and manipulation, to which - it seems - even the simple man has quickly become accustomed. 

Distances and Time increasingly emphasize the vicissitudes of the shipwrecked little man, because a station of denied mortalities will someday await everyone who is stuck here. Why should the blonde With time, even good intentions disappear from some people?! Locked in the prison of fateful slowed-down states, everything around us turns against itself, because it can neither change nor accept the confusion of the present. And yet it would be good if it could measure its petty extra lives with the Universe.

 Persistent self-righteousness embedded in indifference is really infecting and withering these days; it would be good to cling to angelic miracles with even ten more nails - apparent joys are rarely available in the depths of instinct. Now they are increasingly running after their weak selfishness, whether they like it or not; They can hardly do anything else, because the inner sense of justice, compassion, and humanity have now faded to a quiet hum, barely audible to anyone. Today, they are more likely to break the breakable promise of the given words, just so that they don't have to help, because this temporary Being now carries more than a million false accusations of overhearing, if there is no one to lead them through by holding their hand.