Licence to live.
Motive:
You think it's gonna be easy, but when you're there,
those puny mechanisms, the now stupid once cleverities, the idle and fat,
will drive you as far down as they can... Some are not to conquer just
because they are too unpleasant. Some are not to conquer because they
don't have an "input" channel, "eyes". Or/nor output. And a big factor
this is - communication.
The less you communicate the less you live. Some conversation can be
overwhelming like a fight for life against someone. Or as pleasant as
knowing each's thoughts. Why look inside, why forget how the mountains and
the sea smell like?
Formulating the seen in life, to find and use the key, to be in control.
Whose goals is it not on the civilized planet Earth? Who is so firmly
stuck to the old-age habbits and prefferences? People who were misplaced,
who did not understand where they moved to, and fared further on with big
confusion. When there is one such person around, it's nothing special.
Two? Coincidence. 3? Impossible but true, "Oh these are foreigners". 4?
... And when there are only 4 people around?.. Then these confusions
become quite realistic for a fifth person. Then it becomes MENTALITY. The
rest is wrong then.
Such is the destiny of the turkish community in Holland and their muslim
bros the marokkan community, and the black supporters. They are quite
crazy here. These are the words of the turks, marokkans and surinamers who
come nowadays from their country.
To come closer to this moment, from the better or worse, failed or
promissing, past and/or future times and/or places.
To come to life again...
