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    I've been crying and deep-rollick  yet I'm One-World! In my soul millions of human violins are trembling together and curses and arias are circling in this present hothouse!
    Nerves and molecular shudders pass, When I think of the inward secrets of faces. I only miss that all outward appearances and glazes are points of superficiality, that all real, inward values vanish in a flash when others are infected with mindless, brainwashed indifference. 

    We are deliberately forced to hide the secret, inner present, and our exposed human skin is tormented because of this, so that it almost aches pitifully. 
    The invisible essence is written with true pearls in sinful eyes - decipherable - but only with open, seeing eyes. Eternal human secrets blinking with the soul in a single bite of the All. 
    Something incessantly draws and then draws to itself in an ancient crossfire of gazes seeking the True, the Noble, and the Good - when for the umpteenth time this feeble man lies to himself. Laws of the eyes: the right to give responsibly, while on the other side is already making the hangman's noose with the playful smile of insidious lying. 
    When will a promise awakened become a wish fulfilled?! 

    In the crater-cavity of cut faces, the tear-balls of truth-telling wander aimlessly, and sing a muffled echoing note, if no one can gather them, no one can comfort them! 
    For more and yet One is the World. Millions of men.masses of characters exchange dead-end characters. And if one brave and stubborn shows his wounded stigma-self a laughing, shouting ostracism's sad reward! 
    So defend all that you feel inwardly, Your manhood will soon be exposed In the present time of the majority. 
    Thyself thou hast been consumed as a lonely, aimless candle-flame that alone is dyingly enough - and if thou pass the mortal minute with virtue, thou bear witness to happiness! 

    Trouble only haunts man out of existence, but does not support him. With thy determined soul's wheel From tomorrow's mire-hamweed, Get thee up! There are two of you: you and the other world, and as two separate individuals, whose individuality would be more diminished without it, if you were not conscious of your social helplessness! 
        

     

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