That bit of time, that flies, waiting in the allotted time, the time, of which one says: it's past 12 o'clock,what now? I wish everyone, who can act, conscious and courageous action, joy and vitality, to be active, those, which are only in action: ‘don’t act. Think.'(zizek) And my fellow sufferers, who have been practicing patience for years, by waiting for the power, to get up: may the little movements be delicious and carried on wings

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