Analysis of THE FEW I QUESTION

What comes next will be a petrified, stoic silence in barrel-smelling, shantytowns. Aggressive hatred, bursting envy enacted by growing octopus arm electromagnet. In the depths of the brainwashed-minds, a single law overwhelms everything: relentless trample, squeeze everything no longer humanity, empathy-tolerance can no longer remain clear, natural - no longer can be a gracious, sacred gift.

What has already happened can only be justified by one more proverb: the asceticism of which the mud-landed nobody-mindedness of the giver is like a drunkard - the age when eyes can find a real, more harmonious love seems more and more unreal. When mouths romance with the All. When hearts that hesitantly professed love were beating and falling in love.

With stone smiles and Janus-faces on faces where faithful words would still have value and credence - the shameless mask of made-up masks is withering away. Through the walls of inner retinas the arhythm of true Beauty is scarcely visible. All the hidden, wandering memories are turned into slapped manes. All the remaining bumps are now fading. Is it possible to transcend a daily life without inhibitions?!

Everyone is slowly being discouraged by the insidious, insidious desire to find a position. What follows is a mere ruse: by positioning, by subterfuge, everything and everyone can be bribed. Life must be endured and endured with slow, delayed division. Increasing, false confusion cannot win a battle only when one has settled accounts and laid down one's sword.