THE ORY OF INTERCONNECTION

It is already a self-inflicted wound, which constantly exposes itself to new vulnerability, to the crossfire of humiliation and murder. Conscious, honest understanding, when connections and differences of opinion could also take place at the tables, as if they were completely excluded. Even a question mark wrapped in the fetal position after the real questions, to which it would still be appropriate to cough up answers through gritted teeth.

It is almost impossible to bear a wolf's eye with the small, small-scale spikes of the World, and no mortal can rise above its outcast Fate, not even if it dies. The average person who is looking for a daily income is entitled to the babbling of children from Earth, but he cannot understand that here, the ugly, compromising duel of secret worm alliances is going on all the time. Because the structure of transparent ideas is just as dirty and inferior, just like some 20-something five-minute person whom the tabloid media can show for good money.

Once again at the mercy of the System and a certain power; on the stage of Existence, they now give and take for petty arbitrariness when what is on the table: unemployment, poverty, hunger and death. After all, everyone has a hidden desire for discovery; how and how could it be made easier to bear our common burdens as equals? Of course, don't expect an answer from anyone, rather solve the great Nirvana-Nothingness and its companions yourself.

Even so, the objective distance of looking into the distance is not only given to an outcast who wants to stand out. The blustery, pig-snorting, puffing laughter of power still emerges like the latest taboo-embargo perpetrated out of forced imagination, and even the simplified connections are still becoming more and more deliberately obscure, hazy...