SPEECHES OF DISOBEDIENCE

Naïve, self-doubt confidence left over from childhood can hardly be nurtured in the Spirit; so it's a bit more adult with me, now it's still tense, something burns inside. Persistent, monotonous spleen restlessness tends to drag you down to the depths. It would be good to say with a single long-winded cursing in the face of the screaming silence: listen and listen carefully, patiently, because who knows if there will be another one-time opportunity offered.

The whole essence of man has already been grouped into a single question: what can we even do with our deliberately battered, shipwrecked souls, from which - at least - apparently all enthusiasm has already disappeared on purpose?! Our unspoken words are still quivering in our mouths, since we have to hide in the crippling trenches of permanent mistrust every day; the veil that has compromised for days is increasingly suffocating, it is hard to breathe in the city of Nineveh, which is slowly smelling of Christmas again, but has become landless, where man has degraded himself into a slave to man.

- The cherished lie didn't save anyone until it was washed away from the laundry of everyday life, because the giant octopus fingers of Being regularly groped the pitiful-cowardly, affordable wills hiding in the depths of the secret instincts, while a stray, stray dream tore at dog-loyal hearts. . Will, patience, and humility seem to have always been sneaking up on us like petty thieves, sneaking up on us to steal our conditional trust.

Now is not the imagined Future at all, but the persistent smell of decay and rot emanates from everything and everyone who is still alive and moving. Distrust is like another evil Great Lord standing between man and man, but where can a peaceful compromise remain?!