Mature agesÂ
I never wanted to be a brave man, like a little Adonis in the army of Adonis' stanovian perfectionism; I lacked the caracan devotion and the virtue of chivalry that define the seventies, the unconditional devotion to a strong courageous consciousness and the hot excitement: adrenaline-shooting with atomic nerves!
In my youth I did not even dream of wisdom: this is the age of dilettante narcissism, and I have heard enough of social murderers, baby-destroying narcissists, and orator-terminators from the outside world.
And I have seen cafés that may once have seen better days. The Parnassus-worms of cultures, to sink into the devouring ashes of their ashes! - I have only
begged of Men a more responsible trustworthiness, but so that the pillar of morality should not perish in the wounding of the sole, - I would have sent no less than the humanity of a conscience that could be regained, and preached as an ant-enthusiastic herald
on my fading, fading pages, lost in the mists of memory!
I was surprised to hear that the learned Laocoon prophets were now sharpening the avenging law of the planks above my head, - now I was only knocking with a stick on the chessboard of life: the right decisions are tried and tested
footprints of tried decisions! - Take heed, man, not only to weigh thyself with all, But to no man's son sell thyself - according to thy judgment of responsibility!