YOU MUST FILL

You always examine the context of things within yourself, and what falls out in the meantime is left unprotected. Another essence-slice of your self-conscious past. It is still you, yes! Little links of your much-lessoned past are linked together to spit in the face of the marcona challenges of the ongoing present.

For he who holds up victory as a self-serving, rich trophy for his own use is a little always forced into the skin of losers - you are bound for your fleeting moments and the wounding sting of the moment requires in an illuminating flash of selfish bliss, even to seek it out on the Ariadne's telephone you find! Which leader is sooner or later consoled by hand!

For boredom and universal dullness only makes you lazy, incites you to dullness - you must fill the fillable daily life of your yew-flower life with the usable ideas of content, to believe in Being at last! And why you are always striving for the better, the more beautiful, the more proportionate - you cannot even know yourself - it is the whispering commandment of your inner self; your desire to witness and to think are only the same as your inventive inspiration.

Perhaps from the threshold of your consciousness, from your inwardly cherished infant writing, when another little life claimed a slice of Existence, you stood like a watchful guard: in your throat, rattling, tearful words, in your tiny hand, your favourite toy rattle! No one can take away your joy, your stubborn search for justice. Even now you stubbornly stand in your unchanging guard, You think to discover your lasting essence in substantial forms - and you think right: it is fitting to beware of the password of manuscripts, of the apocryphal images of human ideas that can be thought of further!