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It Was Only When We Were In That Bed, High Above The World - Then I Thought The Birds Could Have Been Circling Around Our Bodies Circled Around Each Other - That We Made Our World Totally Separated From Everything Else. It Was The Only Way We Could Be Together.

But : We're Still Human. Human Because We Keep On Battling Against All These Horrors, The Horrors Caused And Not Caused By Us. We Battle Not In Order To Stay Alive, That Would Be Too Materalistic, For We Are Body And Spirit, But In Order To Love Each Other.

One Of The Most Destructive Forces In The World Is Love. For The Following Reason: The World Is A Conglomeration Of Objects, No, Of Events And The Approachings Of Events Towards Objects, Therefore Of Becoming Stases Static Stagnant, Of All That Is Unreal. You Get In The World, You Get Your Daily Life Your Routine Doesn’t Matter If You’re Rich Poor Legal Illegal, You Begin To Believe What Doesn’t Change Is Real, And Love Comes Along And Shows All These Unchangeable For Ever Fixtures To Be Flimsy Paper Bits. Love Can Tear Anything To Shreds.

I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Cannot Make Up, Which I Cannot Create Or Even Create In: I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Can Only Come Up Upon (as I Disappear), A Pirate Upon Buried Treasure. The Dreamer, The Dreaming, The Dream. I Call These Languages, Languages Of The Body.

Whereas The Slums In Hamburg Are The Slums Of Its Sailors, Berlin Is A Big Slum.