Hello

When I was a kid, a friend, young just like me, speculated whether this whole world was there just because of him. I guess the idea is not so revolutionary - and that everyone comes across it sooner or later, just like in that American movie that does not go all the way and just as if our mental processes followed certain natural laws. Or the idea that you will never ever exist once you're dead. But I think this is more endemic in the socialist block.

Probably this thought is nothing but the inverse of the idea of fate: we are not totally controlled but - totally control. Every once in a while you will run into somebody who will stress the importance of positive projections, even utmost confidence in volition.

Even Mark Twain ended his opus with 'the mysterious stranger' who plays with little clay figures and discloses the secret of the universe to him: you are all alone here, wandering the space through eternity..

The children have their counterpart in that fairy tale of Pale, who becomes the only boy in the world; naturally - all he wants is to get the people back after enjoying all the ice cream.

Then there is the harmless Gulliver I mentioned just the other day, covering the ground in-between.

What are we to make of these? Psychology? The talk of solitary genius? Merely childish all-embracing ego?
I like to see them in a more positive light of odes to company. And I already wag my tail for all those who have and will surprise.

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I once wanted to make the perfect alliteration. Because of peculiarities of the Croatian tongue, the chosen letters were: sam, samo sam sam >alone, i am just alone.

It really does sound like solitary confinement. Need to finish that one one day.