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The coat is not made of velvet, but rather of simple feathers, and yet, as simple as the garment is, so bright is the mind. Who can memorize faces and pass them on through generations, just to separate friend from foe? Calculations for which we need computers are intertwined in everyday life. A living heart with black feathers, a suit of armor full of love and care for family and friends.

@kalfatermann But we don't pass them through generations, we live here and now... that's the trick the smoothskins don't understand.

@kalfatermann I tried to be in character, but i don't have feathers, and i don't understand :-)

@admitsWrongIfProven

The coat may not seem suitable on the outside, but the heart can have so many feathers that even the slightest breeze lifts it up to fly. ☘️

@kalfatermann When someone hostile takes flight on a very suble motion and cannot explain what i did wrong, that is the most satisfying result of this game.

@admitsWrongIfProven

Some supposed enemies suddenly turn out to be simply complicated friends.

@kalfatermann I shall embrace the "ai" craze of the company i work for and bring upon the apocalypse that cleanses the world of hostility - and life. Complicated friends, an end to suffering none the less.

@admitsWrongIfProven

With all the crap they pump into, I'm surprised I'm still sitting here. I look at myself in the mirror and it seems as if I'm gradually being drained of color. My hair is thinning, my nails break on a can lid. I'm too stubborn to give up.

@kalfatermann Not giving up is good, and from context i guess that you will be whole soon again, if you just get through this, right?

@admitsWrongIfProven

At the moment, I only allow myself to think positive. Outwardly, I may be a half-wreck, but my heart wants to blossom in a garden.

@kalfatermann Your heart does well. You half-wreck as i do, but the poetry is palpable and the will to persevere is manifest.

Halt er einen rechten Pfropf bereit, wenn er das große Loch nicht scheut!

@admitsWrongIfProven

Das kleine alte Herz'e brennt,
die Liebe lauthals schreit,
der Puls, verdammt er rennt,
es scheint, als wär es fast so weit.
Doch die innere Blume, mein,
sie ist ein eisern hartes Schild,
lässt nur noch all die Liebe rein,
sie kämpft erbarmungslos, und wild.

@admitsWrongIfProven

Es stürmt und schneit und doch bricht er aus. Erlernt, trainiert, gewoben ward ein Buch aus Geduld und Mühe. Doch selbst der übelste Sturm vermochte nicht zu brechen was verborgen bei den Wurzeln ruhte. Er kann denn nicht, selbst wenn er wollte, er ist, was er schon immer war. Ein Narr, der seinesgleichen sucht, von Lieb erschlagen und doch im Hungerturm.

@kalfatermann Einfach nur schade, dass es den Hungerturm außerhalb von Anno-Spielen gibt

@admitsWrongIfProven

Danke, ja, ging so, ca. 4 Stunden, dann Tabletten und dann hat es mich nochmals umgehauen. Gegessen habe ich noch nichts, aber ich habe mindestens einen halben Liter Flüssigkeit zu mir genommen.

@admitsWrongIfProven

Long ago, the fool had laid down his rules. But his harvest in these times is not a wonderful garden, but rather barren soil where nothing can grow, for the flower dwells far away. What use is to the fool if nothing can blossom there except loneliness under harsh rules? And now he has received another gift, which is intended to prolong the drama by means of science. But he endures it and allows himself to think of nothing else but success.

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