2004 12 21
Rumor: Zoroaster laughed on the day of his birth.
If I read to you a truth do I also (can I possibly) forsake you? The twins of truth. Truth as opposing twins. Perfect twins = born male and female and identical. Is such a thing possible?
A deal is made between men. The only difference between these two men is that (A) is down on his luck and (B) is not. A is lead by B through a door which, because of his circumstance, would never have been able to enter. Once through the door B stops A and says:
B: But there’s one catch.
A is perturbed and complains before he knows what B is going to say because he thinks he’s been tricked. The first thing B says is that A must be prepared. Then… Motto: what is the point to God helping Man if it can never be enough anyway?
No one knows their way. The Germanians. They have a physical structure, a bodily presence, it is viewable in any of the rudeness mankind can muster/surmise, including (all) their great inventions (which only their collective was able to profit from). Schooling for example. (Didn’t they invent that, too?) Although the children are of a obvious and friendly disposition their parents hobble ’round the ancient bricks as though relieved their praying doesn’t have to forge the bricks and stones of faulting pyramids. Yes, the culmination of their achievement. Seen in the schools of free-wheeling children only told to not play the instruments freely lying before them. Convention is their new motto. It was at one time greatness but that was wiped from any shallow remaining consciousness. AH has left such a deep scar/scare nothing original will ever emerge from it. Now it is a place of well endowed MILFs not worth the weight they refuse to gain. But worth every screw. Every one. Yes, I am sure, although my mother is one of them, I cannot seem to feel similar. Why is that? It is perhaps the “strafe” of my mix breed. An error of pedigree. And no one knows why or how such things occur–at least what brought me to this level of (false) immigration. Except perhaps Mr. or Herr Rosenkrieg. No, that cannot be right. My errors are my own, even the ones that took place before my birth here (i.e. entry to Germania).