YOU MUST DO MORE!

You shouldn't get tired yet, leave it for good and give up everything you've acquired! It wouldn't help if you failed right away. Don't move yet!

You can't run away from your problems and worries, although a peaceful coastal landscape where people are much more understanding and kinder would often be better. Your stigma-soul, your bleeding heart grinds between the millstones of doubts. Believe me: even though today Man is still a rogue, a traitor to himself, maybe there will come an Age in which there will be free will again, the desire to create a workshop.

You would have to wait patiently, in ambush, like a genie in the sacred hiding place of bottles, and listen like a waiting stone in a statue, which the sculptor will probably carve one day! You are silent - even though you are completely on your own - now you can protect me firmly and protectively, no matter how late the choir of archangels may be!

You were once strong-willed and stubborn, and if you had to, you were a hair-splitter; you should believe with yourself that you have to pull yourself up from the yellow earth. Like an old oak, your spiral roots have been hardened by violent storms, and even if the army of axes snaps, there will be no such wretched executioner who could cut you off!

The festive city is becoming increasingly impatient and even more aggressive. Tired, worn-out human-wrecks, divas playing snobs are frantically running back and forth for gifts, while, having lost the essence of the holiday, they sink towards the dirty grayness of everyday life...