PYRAMID PARADOXONS

The depth almost always expands inwards, just like the sly-lying or just insidious moment; the manipulative hunch of miscarrying shadows - perhaps this goes beyond any question-and-answer; on compacted cliffs of solitude; we don't even know why the changing Fate moment before departure-arrival is important at all?!

Every road is unpredictable, or does it only become so in gradual decline?! It's getting dark outside again; the sheep-heavens prefer to run away again. They also chase and chase each other with their movements. Is the shelter of the double home not just a wish-dream, and can there still be some crystal-clear, simple grandeur that helps to swing through the tinsel void of the deliberately stilted everyday life? Assumptions never exclude, rather they reinforce each other, just like stereotypes; the sad doors of expectations are slowly closing...

In the many possibilities of Presence, it is as if Man no longer finds his own, well-definable place, since he is unable to rise above or break out of the magic circles of concentric-spiral circles; everything else is obscured, reduced to millions of tiny molecules and particles by superficial duplicity; distances exist, they breathe simultaneously with the selfish rules of heart rhythms, even in Love and perhaps in Love!

The repeating rhythm of dating and passing away is perhaps perceptible and present from our birth. The pyramid-shaped impotence has grown to such an extent that one does not really want to notice what has risen up right in front of one's eyes and nose, and one prefers to bury one's head in the sand, like a puffing ostrich. - One should understand indifferent, perhaps timeless meteoric Space, hearing the sounds of Silence and Solitude...