The concentration suffers it. Not only the intellectual deterioration, but also the concentration of people in itself, with all makes what they do. They watered down, it is diluted, verdünnisiert is probably not completely, but significantly and more and more. You can tell in the course of the day when one evening empties the head, and over all examined years in which it is itself then never went on the road. The general world events, contrary to popular illegally have become specialists, is neither a single yet moor countable powers - for there is now definitely the Mandelbrot figure! The progress, especially the technical, somehow seems messianic makes our lives a little better and a little worse, all stretched forward progress (the progression of time) life, he makes more it - what, precisely when so much has happened, but is called as? We are now the wine panscht the greedy landlord properly with water. This must be said that the even the odd one enjoys.
It threatens us all, we have almost no choice, not even the Bush people with their small, wet TVs. We watered them all. A healthy share of the Self through the Self is reduced: from liquor, an aqueous solution, from fiery red, a pale pink, from the genius is a chain link, an idea, a thousand methods, and archives it. The comparison with the past is not necessary on my part because I had forgotten them. Sheer presence, it takes what she deserves - it exists now no longer actually. I speak to and from the game. I ereifre me of the things that make every minute trends visible. It is about the minimum conditions of the now, the color and flavor composition of the latest development of the schizophrenic zeitgeist. As always, does today, all that is today the day off - which is now far too much. (It was always too much, but this invisible;. In the early days of unimaginable theoretical universe, then unobserved, undemanding) And maybe the zeitgeist has never been as "up to date as today. Perhaps this could penetrate saturated Now has never been so fast and so easy and so much in my brain and heart. Maybe I've never been so weak. This morning it seems to me, I had to wait longer, on fewer and fewer things overall than now. And in this waiting time I could be myself, could learn who I am and what makes me. And before a few weeks ago, A few weeks could still nuts all summer long accuse the grappa, and in winter we expect a wonderful Ratafia. Had been hoped. Outdated. Receive calls. Post received. Read the paper. Images looked. staring into the net. New person has become - with a new plan. After all that I not only make the already vague Even from , but anything and everything behind last very latest of all the others too - the displaced me. And in winter, I expect Ratafia instead, a new depression. We know our grandparents know it too, but for simple reasons: Life was hard and who wants to freeze it? Today we call life easier and it freezes well, no one but throw all in the winter out the window.
There's something wrong. It has never voted anything. The zeal to find the harmony, we also seem further and further away from how it is, after all, whether that is about it's true or not, the self-namely, Basic.
Who euphoric floating in the zeitgeist, is already half hybrids. Nass, including sheer, deaf to themselves and all traces. He stretches out painlessly in step with the increase of his things. He sees this, if anything, the beginning of a transition that is not without pain and confusion - but, Thank God, moves towards a good cause! Someday, he hopes and believes the recent Homo Faber, the added value will be seen in the consolidation of the crowd, in a kind of supernova, when enough mass is present, and critically. Specialists call this moment the singularity and trust her to all sorts of unpredictable. Those disciples operate the way the opposite religion madness: with open eyes in the dark - rather than with closed eyes to the light. At many of course these two things, and everything else gone. They are the quota, which holds the world events continually as collateral Dumpfbacke for future genocides, or for coming Savior.
