Working with hope is a fulfilling endeavour. Up to a certain point, the realisation of the much-vaunted solution. Until then, it's about pausing, enduring, feeling, letting things die, ... rather than building and starting again. A familiar system in unfamiliar territory - each time from a different angle.
However, if what is hoped for does not materialise in line with the wishful thinking of the promises offered, the share of power sinks into bottomlessness, but still holds on to what is hoped for. After all, you don't let people take the butter off your bread so easily, because the deal you made was for a good cause.
It is not uncommon for the hopeful to take detours, including collateral damage. All of this is well known and experienced by everyone. The inner and outer babble of voices is surrounded by a loud and even angry banter.
In many places, however, reason and truth are exchanged for lies, the admission is a late look. For the time being, all the blinding sand must be rubbed out of the bitterly watering eyes - an unshown image. "Be strong! Carry on! They're all like this! You can't fight against windmills! ..." the seemingly alien words echo through your own body. Even the last drop of defence dries up in everyday life, bearing witness only to the disgraceful grace of constant patchwork: the senselessness of half-wrinkling is salvaged from what has long since gone to rack and ruin: Wherever the eye reaches, dissatisfaction adorns the room.
Only those who are capable of thinking at a distance are 'angry'. All the others help on the fine line of helplessness: one's own, even if it is going badly, must be preserved.
Above, one rubs one's hands together: another day done: "The stupidity of people simply cannot be beaten ... " (By whom, too, ask the non-followers?).
Sadly, the image of all those who are shown in the curved mirror in the opposite direction: the violent child should be looked after, the mewling old woman locked away, the powerless drinker jailed: black and white modernity in framed form. And THEY didn't have to do anything: "They all brought this on themselves!" .... - the sound of laughter echoes across a wide corridor. Everyone joins in ...: the end of the road - the end is near.
Despite the trinity: fear - anger - love pay tribute to each other in the alternation of respect, duration of the individual uncertain. (the former as long as possible please!!!...).
Solution? What for: The W-questions eradication 'the mind should be made to stay in its source without allowing it to wander away and get lost in the labyrinths of thought it has created'.
The colour solution stirs up confession. Will the dead path finally settle into the grave it has dug for itself?
I, for one, have died many times.
However: I still transmit the new seed to you in eternity: confessing the colours against the foreign power ...
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