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  • ENVIOUS DISORDER

     

    It is the conscious Nothingness of gravity that constantly pulls its victims who have begun to fall towards it. Perhaps even in the eyes of the stars, the quiet Everything should be evaluated and interpreted differently. In the inner telescope of the Spirit, we necessarily miss something in every action and movement, just like in the sets of unspoken compliments.

    It is mere pretense, or just an effective manipulative trick, with which the superficial way of life sometimes still tempts and promises. - In the transition between the two, a shaky, half-awake tightrope walker balances thinly, who can only hope that by adjusting his efforts to his misfortune, he can bring the dangerous situation that yawns at him to his knees. It would not hurt common sense to always consider and consider chains of confusing and sufficiently complicated connections.

    Now they are still trampling on each other, because just like empathy-tolerance - solidarity has increasingly become a missing item. The profit and killer-utility principle is now sweeping through the average of the last thread. Because who is really needed is determined by the interest, or by a little king in the making. He doesn't spare those suffering from his troubles even by chance, but rather stomps on the soles of his shoes even more.

    Now, without exception, everyone is now searching in the conscious confusion; some with bait and some without. Someone who has multiple objectives or plans at the same time will not be up to the task without financial resources and networks of connections. They play it - if they feel like it - the playboys, in any case, only the one who takes a flirtatious risk is better off!

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