Honest. I try to cut the electric cables but I keep getting a big spark and a lightening bolt shock.

The question? Are people writing with a sharp pointed, double edge, Samurai.

I feel slayed. No write letters, anymore? Send me in search to a galaxy far-far away. It's not an accident we are reading here. Tavern talk went on in other oppressive magisterial reign.

On the old Greenwald 'Unclaimed Territory', I went under the name brotherbruz. Someone inspired me to 'browse' Franz Kafka.

None of us feel overly confident to express new thoughts we are wishing to mature. I search for day to day wisdom's. It's a personal preservation. Then share.

It be a finch to float-off to the moon. "Not My Problem?" The world is okay-- What happened to the people on it? is there a shuttle to retrieve us if we get stranded on a bright moon? A lace to hideaway for a epoch?

You fetch me, and catch me if I slip off the Milky Way? Please.

Moses M.(dare not try to spell his last name) said "A world cannot exist without some madness." Yes. Kafka is not a easy read. He was alienated and often felt hopeless. If he had not died from TB, it's said he would have been killed for his snippets, aphorisms, parables, disputes (hint), and public essays. People said he was fashioning a brand new secular/humanist spirituality for his age.

Kafka scorned the idea that he played a lone role with the contentions of his era-days. He embraced all thinkers.

PARAPHRASED: Writing letters, however may denude one before the ghost, something for which (dead spirits walking on earth) they greedily wait. Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they get drunk by the [evil] ghost. It nourishes them and they multiply (evil) so enormously at times. It's sensed [by F.K] by me that people will resist natural communication. To eliminate the [dead-ghost] element, and as far as possible, disregard real communication. The financier will invent a [river canal] rail road, a motor car, and the airplane which are all crashing. [Economy] (?).

The *opposing side* is so much calmer and stronger.

Then came a postal delivery, an invented telegraph, the telophone, the radiograph. The ghost won't starve, but it perishes.--Kafka wrote that 'Letter to Milena'.

Love- "you are the knife which I turn within myself." Frankz Kafka to Milena.

He was pre-computer and government surveillance's era. Wonder what he'd say about these candid repressive rt--authoritarian thoughts?

He taught that we have nothing in common with our-self, let alone with one another. I remember Mr Timberman write a letter about a striped zebra's nature contrasted with a leper, a elephant, a box-turtle, a crow, a cooing dove...apologies, again, W.T. I respectfully added a couple creatures. Nature.

Franz Kafka (1883--1924)

"There is only a spiritual world; what we call the physical world is the evil in the spiritual one." Ponder that.

How curious. These brains were then interacting with peers like: Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, Joyce, Auden, Meister Eckert, and other thinkers about the death camps. They wished to edify individuals within a ill-society.

He was said to be virtually impossible to describe or pin down. That's good. To be a serious "Kafkaesque" was to be into thought espoused by the likes of Dante Alighieri.

He helped a complex culture be triumphed into the next century. It's a daily 'trek' with the breeze in motion, so to speak, helping to glide us along. Yes.

He said so much. If a neoconservative tried to influence Kafka's thoughts, Kafka say, "The thought of helping me is an illness that has to be cured by taking to one's bed (their own bed).

Kafka admits to a loss of complete control. He healthily could doubt himself. Considering emotional, just-anger, and raw hurts of percolating thoughts which needed refined time to mature etc. It's like cooking a pea that keeps hoping out of the kettle. AS I HAVE JUST DONE NOW...Oh, I/we summon help and order the pea back into a cook pot.

F.K would say, "I think seriously of the criticism. But to drive out such thoughts I need only look around me and verify where I am, and---I can safely assert---have been so (here) for hundreds of years."

There is sense in that! In Jewish struggle, interpretations of Talmudic, Kabbalistic, Freudian, and the serious war-ransacking neocon's...a digging for truth is "golden nuggets"...

If the bushman was wielding spears to "reject the rule of law," ...It's the same-same Monarchical boat. Though none can foretell the death-ships departure; *My ship has no rudder* and is driven by the wind that blows to the uttermost regions of death."...Bush's loyalist should candidly admit it.

I am far away on the moon today. Thanks. Gone!

apologies to F. K. and there may be a antidote of a staircase on the way down post lifted to outer space? Who led me here, please lead me 'somewhere'...

I guess a good advise is to Not dare gaze at a moonbeam later in the eve?

Glenn, my respect. Write with a butter knife next. Where is a bongo drum or two garbage lids? Me gone. too airy.