MEMORY-FAKES

How your children have grown! They are already people of another more digital, Ciber-age: they store their past memories, their lived lifetimes, only in digital formats, as if deliberately keeping themselves away from the stains of shame and other contaminants on their vulnerable souls.

Like a stolen precious photograph - the inner seeing-eye would travel the secret Apokfif-contexts of things and emotions as long as possible. It is possible that those are more self-confident, more fulfilled, and more prosperous, who recognize the given situation and can adapt to it, of course without their all-knowing holy Ego being at all damaged.

In the inner, bark, chitin-armour-grown self, suspicion and distrust now accumulate untamed: Could he trust in friends and acquaintances?! Would they not betray or shame their personal rights, as the mother-sad, overbearing, overbearing minutemen once did to us?! It is as if their lives were already being lived deliberately on behalf of others! We can barely find the smile in the symmetries of their faces.

The diligently saturated, useless years would, if we would let them, still confuse the uncertain Destiny with great stitches: for situations, events, careers and people have become ever more greedy, petty, manipulable! The plundered, begging stories of their daily lives stick to them - whether they need it or not - and in the end all they are left with are the bad, rotten teeth of old age.