Modern Book Friends Poem by Norbert Tasev

How fertile, sniffing now is the serenity. Maybe this is the proud or sublime time of enlightenment, is it so sublime, strange? You can chat here only with mythical signs, hand signals and the quietest! Together they are here: young scholars, wise-looking prophets - monks who have remained with intention and tradition even in recent times. Together they watch the immortal immortality of the letters!

Then they come when the day is over soon and too suddenly over! The inexplicable ancient secret of books rests in letters embedded in letters; offering himself towards complete immortality! - perhaps it is really in this holy place that the remaining ray of hope, its light: The immortal, eternally thirsty thirst of enlightenments?

The greedy and insatiable thirst of the Enlightenment is now foaming the Knowledge into big sips to fill the still shoreless and uninhabited mosaic pieces of the brain! And man should always distinguish between immortal lines, eternal thoughts: Destruction and Creation!

To find answers to life's recurring and summary questions, and not just to answer questions with unending questions! The eye beetle, like bustling, motoring ants, is purring the silent, speaking camp of letters! And while an uncomfortable neon light with its unfriendly glare rays constantly injures the retina like a needle: The point is, let's continue - yes - on it, more and more, and more! Anyway, the latest knowledge is always discovered first, and only then does the suffering past come together from its crumbs!

And even if it is superfluous to prove it, the individual truth, because it is an evident one - something should be done responsibly to make the operation of human wellheads understandable here!