by the time you think about it

No one can escape primarily from himself. It's as if crouching, chained shadows follow him in the pitch-black, where only nodding moles walk in sewer tunnels, just like on the surface. In the crass, careerist drive, in the prison of repressed, exhibitionist emotions, when perhaps everyone is already courting the facts and not rational arguments or connections, he licks prize-winning asses.

People already know and feel that they have been encircled in the power of a cage by insidious compromise and manipulation, from which there is rarely a way out. "I know who I need to push and rub in order to assert myself!" would reveal many things if they were left alone. Flattering subterfuge has also increasingly become a part of Being at the molecular level; who can betray whom, and whether the wide range of possibilities is just does it apply to a certain Someone?!

- It is impossible to know for sure when and under what conditions a person can break free from the dregs of the Time-sustained days in the World that revolves around him like a Hangman's noose. By the time many people believe that the floating, promised words no longer have any meaning, the vortex woven from the so-called permanent Absence is already getting worse, our shipwrecked years will be worse, tragedies don't slow down, but even the pain of stigma seems to accelerate supersonic!

It is as if everyone is moving around in a certain spiral circle, standing hesitantly, not only because the movement as an action is the essence, but rather licking the soles of a million thousand, and while everyone is picking up the mantra, which some here and there have deliberately left or abandoned , no one is interested in the value-meaning of Being as a whole anymore!