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With the thought, the longed-for vision approaches the infinite clarity with the quiet cosmic respect for the world of the creative spirit down to the old house-making hands of the fresh bread at the early morning.

In the course of custom, good things redden over the clod in the day, the threads of nightly twisted dreams are laid off, that stir in the heart as the spirit carried hope high above the gable of worries and fears into a new light.

May he carry. The good spirit, the freedom to the very top, because down here tightness and hardships press until pain that caring mothers see the train of morality drive away, all the more when anxious children hold their mothers hands.

See how the spirit rises and falls, spreads and vanishes, moved, watchful eyes look over the clod in the red light. Thoughts free themselves from yesterday's cramps of hunger, they go even higher through the small window to the great freedom.

Seeing spirit, you floating spirits, look deeper down, there we are, the people with the elderly and the children, we sit at the table and share the bread, for everyone a little bit, they have to be bigger so that we can get out of the leanness.

Thoughts are interpreted, gaps must now be closed that the thought left open, because the spirit rose and fell in years and epochs of edification and destruction of peoples and cultures, of youth and the hope for peace and freedom, justice and luck.

There are arcs of sliding trains of thought in sonorous robes of resounding expectation and jubilation, then the melancholy chants of being a stranger, of being lost and of mourning. The breath of life loves lightness and gasps the heaviness of the burden into the icy cold of the morning.

The thread of thought binds the day to the good memories of times long past, when youth throbbed in the heart and beat the bones of the arms and legs in the handling of weights and in the runs of the distances from the safe roof into the expanse of feelings of early striving.

With the reddening of the morning, the day rises with the hung bundles of attached voices and moods of expectations that the hours until noon take the burden off the shoulder so that the mobility of the arm becomes freer while rotating.

After the silence of the evening and the creation in the darkening twilight of the world stage under the thickening star vault, the human spirit longs with regard to the state of knocking exhaustion with the question of how far it is with authenticity.

It is the human being in the triad of vision, creation and fulfillment, who sounds back and forth and again and, like in the ‘well-tempered piano’, rises and falls through the various major and minor keys as a hymn of being with the sixth fourth chord of the end of existence.

The spirit of freedom may be above and hover above the things of existence and pull the burdens of oppressive heaviness upwards, so that life below becomes a little lighter and lighter in brightness and for better breathing, because the exertions take away its air.

The beginning is being thrown in, because there was no human approval for the landing. Then how will the end be? If there is no consent, then the end is being torn out of existence. Then the consciousness is only in between.