My wish to take part in the life affairs wrapped my emotions in a piece of art but did not change the reality. The consciousness did not change anything outside my window. The people chose not a wisdom but the silent obedience to the strict rules of life. Does that mean our freedom to choose and decide was only the words?
No. The situation alarmed only at a glimpse. The work hours ended and as people outside as I ultimately relaxed in a shop. We all rejoiced at the freedom to choose what to buy in a market and we all delighted in the fruits of our decisions and thus rehabilitated our freedom to choose anything.
Let‘s visualize the passersby as the letters, what would we read?
Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never cease to be amused ~ Bruno Gideon