Nerve-trackingÂ
There are situations when it seems that the sycophants are right about everything: Believe they have the ancient privilege of bribery and compromise!
- And even the less fortunate, who at best can only enjoy the comfort of shelters - they laze around until ten in the morning, tanning on the paparazzi altar of the mansions! - In life, they're old men themselves!
There are situations when it seems that the mature judgements of rules can be broken at any time and easily questioned, and the best thing is to be able to harness the howls of a proud wolf in the winter and put up a traffic barrier and obeys the rules! In such times, of course, most people are survivors, without knowing it, without knowing that they will be out of a job tomorrow!
He just scurries around for twelve hours a day to get his lunch, and he knows that times will turn! - And then he looks through the marketplace of fluctuating employment, And curses with a mighty oath over the grave of his bitten nails! - The human nervous system is a fine-mechanical instrument, the brain can still change, but we must find the answers to eternal philosophical questions for ourselves!
In the fog of questions and answers, the possibilities also swirl: the unanswerable, astonishing question of why man has no means of support.
A moral backbone?
I imagine man as fallible, too: deeply sensitive enough to survive the Explosion of the Nerves, the bombardment of psychic terror networks, with a tenacious will!