"wenn du sie suchst wie Silber und nach ihr forschst wie nach Schätzen,"
We could be together, my kind of girl.
There must be some Place we can eat.
I bet you too since a very young age have been pursuing the Dream awake, after experiencing It while sleeping, haven't you? Haven't you ever felt that super vivid feeling that seemed impossible in "awake" state, like trying to see a color that apparently doesn't exist? I've definitely believed It was possible after seriously praying for the first time, choosing to leave it "all" behind, and then seeing It come true and show me I was only wasting my time trying to fit in the "dream". I was hoping that Something would happen by means of that wholehearted little talk, but I was still not sure that it was not only a fantasy I was trying to believe, that this was not really a jungle where we suddenly and randomly come to exist, and the only meaning we could ever find was to fight for our "happiness" and "survival".
I was like Cindy, and then I've become David and Elise with their Hopeful-filled Transcendence, understanding that the world believes and behaves that way because it is really Reasonless.
The story is true; the tool that mixes lies with "truth" to pretend he has something better to offer has indeed stolen our Brain and Heart in the beginning.
We've got to get the Tool back if we wish to be real workers, building to last.
