THE CONSCIOUS NATURE OF UNCERTAINTY

Free-thought and reason stretching in degrees are now more like dry bread; the meager Apocalypse-pledge of lasting self-sufficiency and survival gnaws and gnaws at its innocent victims like iron teeth. It would be nice to really and fully see the inner, hidden Apocryphal voices, which perhaps even the seers are less and less capable of these days. Instead of convoluted, false, compromising plans in brainwashed washing-up liquid brains, the universal humane message of cultures should be discarded while it is possible.

During the lulling snowfalls, it would be nice to forgetfully enjoy the snow, like a carefree child, instead of having a bitter weight-carrying cart pull down our heavy shoulders every day. Every once in a while, a person stops hesitantly from behind the lace of snowflakes and wants to turn back to the more livable worlds of the idyllic eras they lived in, which are no longer there; with ceaseless restlessness, he would search for and besiege his unattainable, privileged happiness, which money can never buy or transfer, and yet he sinks involuntarily into the sinking swamp of the uncertain Present.

Human life is now a lost, orphaned speck of dust in frozen diamond dust, and although it would be good to believe that milk-toothed, fickle-tempered stars watch over the dreams of small children, they also watch over the restlessness of adults. The wing-dissecting grace can hardly be the weight of free capital created by winter, the average person is regularly dragged down by the burdensome laws of his petty, selfish will.

One should cling to the look of anxiously babbling pity forever; quiet Yorick fools, even after persistently searching and searching among unknown skulls, you cannot find the One-Essence of Reality and the one-time, fateful happenings of things. when will cause and effect finally come together?!