Buried under tons of matter, we dig ourselves out to breathe again. We throw away all the things we don't need. All the things we've never needed, we don't need them now. What do we need? Not much. There are even people who have less then that. So much chemistry in all that dead matter, that wants to come alive again, to be used, to be read to be listened to: not necessarily by us.
So what else is there to do at the beginning of the journey that is the rest of our lives. Throw away more ballast. Get rid of matter, ropes and weight. Fly!
Start with the basement and the attic. Demons are hiding there, Bauernbergpark Men and Goschpoidls, frozen in matter. Go through all your surroundings and free yourself. A totem here, a soft toy there…
Finally the day is over. You can rest but you fell that tomorrow you can encounter everything lighter, less concerned, fearless.
You have mastered your own dungeon. Hello world!
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