FACE TO FACE WITH OUR DECLINED YEARS

I deliberately remained a child-adult. Perhaps no one can tame the inner hurricanes of my soul. The totally superficial Reality scares me and rather consciously repels me; in the mirror of human faces, a telling, concentrated mass of mud sinks and swims, because - in many cases - the conscious difference that can be thought about is rarely seen anymore. The invisible, seeping fake-lie culminates. The chains of imprisonment of Jelen, Jöv? reach even into my being. An endlessly moving, silent caravan trudges through my molecular cells, and I can't know what the other side of passing away might be like?!

- The woundedness, the defenseless awareness that you. we were born alone and we will die alone. Everyone who was even more frivolous should think carefully: if you squander your inner star-light with give-and-take, you may be left endlessly empty inside of Gaps, yawning for cheap six-figure sums. And no matter if you have a castle on stilts, a luxurious palace in Bermuda or in the neighborhood of Bali; his meaningless life is accompanied and haunted by a humming, airless vacuum, empty memories.

- It is no longer necessary to recapture or colonize true, eternal, immortal loves; because they live, breathe and exist. Even though you have no idea or know anything about the reasons, with understanding and patience, a lot can be revealed. But protest persistently against the germs of evil! It would be so nice to look at the multitude of Stations of Being at least once from the pages of the Codex of Fate, which your years have tailored for you. Rosemary doorknobs rarely open the doors of your heart, as building block desires are becoming more and more transparent, they can be easily bought or even sold.