o.o., notwards ho!

Something like compassion flooded the nerd's face when she said: No, you are not creating a world, you are not even shaping a person that could live in the world 'as it is' nor a person that you could like to see around in it - you are merely procrastiscribing a very very old, very very poor ideology, and, what maybe the nottest in it all, might be this: when you began this grand grand project of yours, when you started to try and shape human beings and human relations, you left your own 'vicious circle of superiority' and threw the objects of your 'measures' into it. The grand artist didn't look baffled at all - he was sed to the nerd's speeches and to doing away with them - when the nerd went on to explain: You started off, thinking, you would teach those objects how to serve freely, without any resentment left, you were so convinced of your own suffering under their resentment that you didn't even try to understand what it was they begrudged you. You knew it so well. You had it all - only you had no questions. But after putting them on that carrousel, some of them learned to escape each and every of your moves by giving them a twist of their own. The grand artist's face was still stone-like. And the compassion dropped out of the nerd's face, when she closed the door, silently.