CAUTIONARY SPEECH

In the pregnant maelstrom of laboring Worlds, the shipwrecked Man stands hesitating, pondering within himself. Not only Executioner-Death, but the millstone tolerance of Existence descends as an ominous omen in the form of silent agreement. Questions and answers would sigh in jagged ears; I wonder what he should have done differently, in a different way, to be able to look into the depths of the curved mirrors a little more livably, more humanely, and to respect himself, that he stood up when he was pinned down quite a few times, kicked out, or just humiliated and he still remained a Human.

In any case, Time now projects the questions "what would have happened?" and "everything is already ruined!" - its basic formula, it is becoming more and more difficult to break free from the marble block of falling decades, to act faithfully to ourselves with free will. The crowd-man of the uncertain Future no longer carries the considered reason, sober, insightful, wise reason - fearful - neither in his miserly heart nor in his brainwashed brain, because once again God has become the wretched money. - Blind Hope still hovers above everything with swallow's wings; who knows who will have more real blind luck?! We should look at the fireworks of Autumn in a more peaceful way, supporting each other.

He stole several volumes at the same time from the Deák-tér book fair, as if they were giving away the hard-to-obtain culture for free and cheap. So far away, where the waves are quiet in the heart of the sea, each coral shell makes a true pearl; this is the only work of his life made of the quartz of more than a million golden grains of sand, and because he does not ask for anything in return, the eternally insatiable and greedy man who longs to possess easily grabs the priceless, expensive Darius treasures of the sea - but the more truly privileged wealth of the Spirit only rarely, and , "some" can win.