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    Every remaining fragmentary thread - even if there was one - leads to permanent, deficit-filling despair; out there, the sinking islands of Atlantis emerge here and there from under the surging, unquestioning, ruminating waters. Even so, the false, often compromising arguments wither away the tyrannical rebellions of the spell of the Executioner-Times. Because even today, slovenly, no-man's house masonry walls prevent the diligent work of an ant, and the budding false modesty also sprouts seeds sooner; butt-heads crown their sermons with thorns.

    Because find out! The world has become quite unpredictable, nonsense-brutal to the core, because the new watchword is: "Measure yourself no longer by the universe!" - but by money and extensive, manipulable relationships. they should, but faithfully preserve it for as long as possible, because in the pitch black of the night they sat there as a pig to ward off the constant hunger, and because there was always a treacherous, squeamish neighbor who tricked his fellow humans, and the guilty ones came. - for innocent innocents and they have already taken him to the place where there is no way back.

    - Many people have long been tired of the change of that old historical lamp and the start of a new time calculation; even on retirement day there can be no lasting satisfaction because they trample each other everywhere! Now, like sandbags, the crowd falls on their stomachs, in clayey pork liver cream mud, and while they work serenely, "some" just steal bricks and binders, let the difficult-to-implement constructed "masterpiece" disappear. - Even now, the close-up telephoto lens that seems to be far away still looks more and more like this.

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