Chapter 7 Todtnau Mountain Part 1 Todtnau Mountain

Part 1 Todtnau Mountain (1) (wish you health!) [In a remake of the movie screen, skiers in brightly colored tracksuits slide downhill.An elderly man sits on the ground and wraps his body with an elastic bandage.A young woman in a summer dress, a cheerful-looking waitress, arrives with a baby.She nurses him.She also gave him some baby food, which she spooned over his face until she had finished herself with the unappetizing nutritious milk paste, which flowed from her body and the body of the doll. dripping all the way to the ground. ] young woman: [He leans down and licks the milk paste that has been spilled to one side with his mouth. ]

I am healthy, a souvenir in the middle of the forest.A confident man!Only those who are far-sighted can be busy with a child.But today's people are at most interested in what happened the day before yesterday, and they can only smell the smell of the day after tomorrow.But what I strive for is not only my ego, but my unity.I am the whole.I am all of me.I took my time pooing in the bushes and felt full again in a moment.The forest does not allow itself to be ashamed in front of me, because I am also filling the open space in the forest with myself, I don't care about elegance.Nature has allotted us, and now we want to make it most attractive and beautiful.Roaming, it's over since the beginning.I exercise species preference and mate thoughtfully.Never indulge in accidents.Only child prodigies and their older siblings, these trees!Not to be an axe, but to be a tree!I intend, and I intend, to develop myself and my child into an orgasm who moves more deliberately in the world than the hands of a clock.Yep, go on, I'm on my feet over time!My descendants should do everything as well as I do!Do better!The past no longer exists.I want to snatch nostalgia from my body.For I am the whole of today, and I have been hidden in the past and will be hidden in the future.I have always been illuminated by commodities.For at least five years from now, I will not be able to quote Holderlin.Nature has reason to fear us, but we are not afraid of nature.We know it and pack it neatly into our bodies that haven't been sprayed with any manure!We live up to what we say!Animals don't speak, but they correspond with us.Above all: He who can speak understands his death.Am I not right?We have the earth, but lost the land on which we live.I have not secretly dreamed, and I can say this frankly: I dare not neglect myself.This child was not born on a whim, he was what I lived on.This child was planned, and I was careful to find his father, which is probably the most basic.This is a responsibility to nature!Only a noble woman can give something to the world.I am courageous and I am of good blood.Our personal worth will be higher and higher, and yes, we will clean up our rooms!We feel good about ourselves!Then our nature speaks its language in silence, with which it expends its utmost effort.But it's worth it!I put my hope in my future, but I'm not afraid to own the present either.As long as my child is comfortable, he can live.Just wait for him to start loving the compresses in his schoolbag and let everyone observe themselves!The company is advertising him, he is acting on his own.Allow him to be present and today as long as he is dreaming of the future.Just allowing him to come back to life and be the loudest event in my life.So our hope finally came true.He can reasonably ask for food from me, and as a rule I can give him something of my own in addition, my stirring language.It's so loud that every space knows: I'm coming and cleaning myself.I've made this kid a sports fortress, a climate fortress.He can rise up, like the wind at first, and then grow bigger and bigger.He is healthy.I am his.I am his me.He can stand close to my walls, face the joy knowingly, and enjoy this language from colorful bottles.In other words, this child will be able to tell us why the world belongs to him and which tailor shop is right for him.He has a desire to be a customer, and only what is rooted in him will develop well.I have thoroughly considered my relationship with him.This head melon has a spot for those willing to pay full price!stay healthy!We are guilty of this world, so that he will respond to us accordingly.I would like this child to be.Is this love?I would like this child to be me!Presumably the world thinks we're all over: that is, we're pretty much over!If a man were to kill a snail or a day-old baby with a bit of morphine, it would not be possible to disturb his wish, for these beasts have no wishes.Once the child is sick, this future man, who knows nothing about his illness, does not need any comfort.He can't understand anything at all.Those born crippled manage to buy themselves a me, at least on credit, which will neither surprise nor frighten them.They simply stand idle in the road, an unusual way of life and a way that life does not intend.Fortunately, they became rare customers.I like drugs very much.My kid holds food in his hands, is crazy about sports clubs, and doesn't think about the public. If he didn't want to stand in front of the movie poster with such a blank stare, he would have been defeated by me long ago!I really bought him in my heart.Health is his and my right.I am certainly no accident!And in vain do I not cram my happy raw veggies into unfamiliar surroundings, it roars and flings on my piers!Clean him up.OK!I really want to kill him!Because otherwise he wouldn't be able to take advantage of pure birth, which I am!He is certainly not divine, because although I love him dearly, I cannot know him as myself in the same way I know myself.Only there is happiness hidden.like me!Exactly like me!What he said about the future was exactly like what I said.cheers!If it's two different things, then I'm not going to put any ticket in his hands for his loyalty.If he wasn't home in his own and my ambitious consciousness, say, as fast as he could get on a plane somewhere else, then I'd be in his way before he ran to the airport and started singing the national anthem .Because then he is too busy with his non-existence.It doesn't bring anything.Surely he wouldn't recognize the all-important marking on his tracksuit!It would be pointless.If only he couldn't make out these signposts, gleaming with implements, either.And he cannot see them, signs of something permanent that cannot grow: they come among men, as in a tavern, where they outlive themselves.This commodity, which arranges the earth in order.As a rule, I have this right because I am healthy!I also want to fight for the health of this child.I want to classify him.Any fresh juice fool of today has the right to hear the language of reason!This child should have learned to understand me long ago in his own amniotic fluid!If he had been an insensitive person, he would have been a different kind of person.Now my love manifests itself in the primeval forest of my nature.Awakened like nature.

A typical competitive athlete: [Play.He speaks to the TV screen. ] If a person is murdered, then while there is also the question of unfulfilled wishes, other circumstances are involved here, as if I were roaming through dry land, stopped to quench my thirst, and had to discover that there was a Hole.In this case, I had a wish that I couldn't fulfill myself, and I was disappointed and unhappy because the unquenchable desire for water continued.On the other hand, if I were killed, then my wishes for the future would not continue after my death, and I would not suffer from their unfulfilled wishes.

(Note: Thanks to Peter Singer for his ethics!)① ① Peter Singer, Australian philosopher and applied ethicist. Born in Melbourne, Australia in 1946.He is well-known in Europe and the United States for writing the classic book "Animal Liberation" of the animal protection movement.He once taught at Oxford University in England——Annotation. [The athlete goes down again.He put the screen aside. ] Part 1 Todtnauberg (2) young woman: [Continuing to feed the children, the stunt skiers are now jumping on the movie screen, their stunts are constantly increasing. ] There is no home life without roaming!No.The boy himself is resting securely, so securely that it seems he is going to cross the ocean on my vainly churned waves.He may provoke Stranger Things at any time.One has to cling to Order as one clings to Stranger Things, and then get up front, call it a day, pull out your own score, sing and win.Otherwise, someone will be punished!This is life!experience!Experience in spare time!He has this wish.Never look around in fear!We are the most interested people!Sometimes we have to give up something.For this we did not meet indifferent stares.This child is mine.I can listen to my own nature!He was yelling.I can wrap him up and take him away: a stinky soft sausage to smear on my bread.awesome!Other travelers were amazed that I myself fell into industriousness.I myself have become more and more simplistic, deceptively simplistic: the light of peace with which we both will be vital.One day, this kid will be gone from my life.I could provide him with the afternoon sun and the warm wind from the valley, however: it's already blowing into other people's ears!This is done very well.If he doesn't own himself, then I own all of him.I contain him and enhance his happiness.He wouldn't have left my life at such a young age!I was already standing at the door, humbly accompanying him, and I was his escort.The tablecloth was set, and the cutlery was on its way, so that the child, from a life of cans and Styrofoam, would kill himself amidst the clatter of weapons of signs and trademarks.Here I am, and I wish I could be with him all the time, but—after all, I recently bought new furniture! ——It’s in my house.He just won't slip away from me while I'm disciplining him on a daily basis!yes!He just keeps his own accounting papers for the financial institution for all the things he has to do.I usually sprint behind him in high heels, step on him, skirt up to my knees, and get away from where he stops!The kid has to get his own ticket to those places that keep sacred things, that sacred ski gear, that sacred surf gear, that sacred hiking gear, that holy experiential gear.He must learn to defend himself on his own land, because I can kill every man I create with my own hands!In fact he probably has no sense of what the great events say: he must know himself.It's literally a full frame, an unforgettable ski trip, white that fades away in the craving for more!More!So imperceptibly, it's like the landscape turns into winter.I am the shepherd of my child, I am his handmaid.But at the same time I grew up with him.Maybe I shouldn't have exchanged gifts with him?I'll just add it to mine.I'm content to slide forward and breathe into my hands for the most part, and see the most basic symbol emerge: the sign of the disco where the men were arrested.Or Beauty Card, a poor swaddle in our arms.Made of aspic.On the hills to which we have access, the local landscape is reflected.Just as there is actually nothing in the night sky.Only in the water's mirror image does the night become an object.I added this child to myself.I added him to mine.I want more from him.Now, everything that is real is manifested in the ultra-low temperature freezer, and at the same time it is outside, in secret transactions, making a good impression.His and our true faces are shown only where it is written: a small color photo, from which form protrudes to see what lies within, horror, without silhouette, mist, And it misbehaved in the pan.

[Two men in national dress and chamois wool caps enter.They glued the insulating tape to the ground and thus built a cross-country ski slope.After a while, one or two athletes show up on the cross-country ski slopes, walking along the long-pasted pistes.Men in national costumes with adhesives try to get ahead of them.Just as the athletes headed for the ski slopes, they disappeared from the movie screen, and now an old documentary, but very confidential, was shown on the screen, and the Jews were assembled to be transferred out, and a suitable place had to be found for this.For a long time only people in outdated black and white clothes were seen, and they began to gather in the square.Don't be cruel!This must be very simple, even if it doesn't seem completely obvious!It's all completely harmless, but it's just a little bit wrong. ]

Two men in capes of wildebeest wool: [Arbitrarily distributed lines, speaking with a slight local accent.At the same time they finished putting the insulation on, they also cleaned the pistes. ] From time to time we neglect ourselves.At the same time, the needs of our existence are growing.We hosts, we wine drinkers, grow to love the opportunities that allow us to consider our own interests.We avoid thinking, otherwise we would have seen what we should have seen.The life we ​​offer strangers may not be big enough at all.We are under our own protection.Nature acts as a barrier, it is the cannon.It threatens us, but at the same time it throws us into the unknown.That way our alien members get hurt and then picked up by helicopter as their most handsome gangster.Cruel mother, nature!Unforgivable: just move one step and it adds reality to our essence!die!But at least that happens to anyone, blood dripping from the palms of their ski sticks, and they stare at us in horror.Someone is following them!However: with participation in modern sport, we will be present in many more venues!Nature our home so that what is feared may be preserved.Once in twilight, none of the fallen will remember us.There are no secrets in this mobility-impaired wilderness, and we'll tailor it until it fits us and our guests.I protect it, so it is mine like the calm sea.And with the help of a ticket, I can happily go, come to me.Nature wants to win!Our original carved balconies hide the hedgerows which we have trimmed.To others, we are strangers.They come to us, take us away, and make themselves at home on our land.Instead, we follow their way and their will, to destruction!They want us to die.And we follow them to death.Following them immediately leaves us with the love that makes us special.A high season, and we recognize them no longer in the noisy corridors of the inn, in the indulgent huts of the mountain chalets, when the national band shines on the stage.Nature wants to be with us all the time, she cannot tolerate our absence.It is because it is afraid of emptiness!It provides space for our social gatherings, where we look around in fear, flattering the fibrous tissue of animals they want us to have.It really is just wishing for our health!Ours is intact!Our audacity!Nature!Everyone in it is just what he can do.And everyone can only undertake what he can do, that is to say, the dead live in their own graves, and the madman live out of their own lives.He's not far from us, but he's going in the same direction, from which we realize he's crazy, but you're not, you're not!You came to us, didn't you!We're here to protect your eternal childhood until you start to rot!

[A skier falls and lies on the ground.A man in an antelope hat interrupted their work to bring a sack of lime and sprinkle it on the fallen.The young woman with the child in her arms took off her summer dress and put on a national dress and brought a tray with tankards.Then she puts the baby on the tray.She piled the dirty cutlery she had collected on it. ] Part 1 Todtnau Mountain (3) young woman: [While dealing with the above business] This child is something.If he was nothing this time, I would object to his future, though impossible, happiness.I don't want him to get permission from the traffic bureau first.I would be glad to be quiet with him.He has the right to live!I have this right too!He is very healthy!Small bones were buried inside him, ready to mutate into resurrection as an upstart, as a gymnast and jumper.I am demure, I am introverted.I run out of energy.What meaning should it omit?My steps are believable.I meet myself joyously in the eternal tomorrow, throwing the hook, and the animal on the hook looks bleak.A narrow strip in front of me became a road.I was involved in it as a builder.A free lot is offered for this talented individual!After the historical era of spiritual equivalence, or at least moderation, I invaded the lives of strangers.One has to be involved, you listen: there are two kinds of dementia, because one of them already exists after all!The clothes they wore carefully covered the teacher's head.Please notice the difference in mental property status!In comparison, it is the same as a jumbled pile of stones and the ruins of a collapsed building touched by a hand without sculptural talent!The latter kind conjures up the slumbering drunkenness that precedes the night of the spirit: some of the former we may leave behind, as a perpetual matter of memory, which will cost us their heating, their lighting and ventilation.And the rest, these absolute, utter fools, we have to eat before we end up eating the unpalatable, disgusting meals on the real side plate.We are vegetarians in life.We'd better make them superfluous and call them stillborn!The mothers of our inheritance were able to do just that.We pull them hard, unconsciously, but confidently, voluntarily.They don't deserve to stand on our soil.Otherwise they sure made a mess and got it all over the carpet!They should look better on top of their woolen hats, and not all heads, but dead curly heads!Existing baggage aside, their caretakers look pretty old from generation to generation!For it is not permissible to leave the sojourn of the ego.How good it is to be there by your side!It's not at all a problem that these people used a television set in either of the former cathedrals!In addition, the female nurses pursed their lips and turned off the artificial respirators.My boy here, please come and see, he's alive like a freshly separated atom, he's not over the public.It's just on top of me!The child doesn't have to learn to give up.I chopped his future into pieces, I crossed out his future in the business catalogue.The simplest things just keep getting easier.A child who knows nothing about himself should be over.This renunciation of life is not giving.This renunciation is giving!Another person can live now.We must learn to protect the landscape in front of us.stay healthy!stay healthy!Grow like a fir tree!Prevent unhealthy people from entering!Keep it in a savings account!Cher!In the city it can get dirty, and the misguided way of losing nature grows.And the dewy mornings do preserve us, too.What do you want to bring with you during the day?Bring on an outing, a repeat outing that scares everyone else?A hike that mimics the one that made us ignore everyone else?We savor our disappointments where we sit, looking forward to something to bring us back to health.The history is very long.We are livestock, we use ourselves because we are native.Being is the commodity of beings.We go to the checkout to cash our discount voucher.The void stamp made a deep impression on our hearts.We are known by the things that surround us, glistening white flocks, people love to buy their milk.We cannot be purer than the true signs of things that have passed in the TV set.They always go one step ahead of us actually arriving.We want to add some fresh oil!The light that emanates from us is surrounded by a large hand of its own.It pulls on our breasts.Our products are made to last.We ourselves are intolerable.We drink our own.We just pick up merchandise from our own memory bins, which he doesn't like to be filled with toxic trash, but with emotion.But what else do we allow in?We didn't hire them and we don't want them to come.There's a soul living in us, a soul that lives in a mid-range car, but never catches up with us.We don't show the mountains and dews, we used to be used to illuminate ourselves.This time however, people, especially oncoming people, didn't notice us in time as we passed.Our soft white items don't even have wash instructions left.But now it is daytime.We are crystal clear about our fees.We want nature to provide us with things of its own accord, and so nature is persecuted by us.I need this child as a servant.You see, as I am full of myself, I am infinite!I'm a snowboarder, I'm already at my level.I speak with great ambition as a mother who draws the boundaries of what she can see with her own eyes and hands.I did something imaginable and something I thought about myself.The boy had scarcely gone out to roam before his banks were left behind.I waved to him, but he had disappeared from my sight.I feel as if not so long ago I was raising him.The kid knew himself, and he was right.The kid was unfinished in every way, but he could understand himself.He kept grabbing, and didn't care if the brand new sports bag with the tennis racket in it was still attached to him, the natural scoundrel.He is alive and well.But what about nature today?It insisted on pulling itself out to the mountains, almost all the way to us.And here we are waiting for it with big signs and vehicles, explaining to it that the road to the natural park has been diverted and it has to be tamed there: us people, sleeping in tents, and likewise only partially in a waking state.We don't have any wishes right now.We have the best chance of being completely and quickly forgotten by the world.But the police, hired by the Minister of the Interior, were placed in a small car and stayed without any confidence. They kept shooting us with rubber bullets until we jumped off the screen like a dance party for joy, All the thoughts are spent until the sun rises.We are a process and will execute that process.We are a veil and will draw that veil before our own eyes.

Two men in capes of wildebeest wool: [At this time they had settled down on the ski run they had built.They cut off a few morsels of meat from the skiers beneath the lime and ate them comfortably.They drank the mugs of beer they brought from their mother's tray and wiped their mouths with the sleeves of their jackets.Seen on screen, people wearing outdated clothing feel insulted. ] [The two speak alternately, partly while eating so that many words are incomprehensible, and partly after they have swallowed.Their rural dialect is evident, and it's the real rural voice and purity that speaks their language. ]

Part 1 Todtnauberg (4) In nature, there is always something dedicated to being food.It makes nature rich and full.We, who have just spoken of it, think the same: it drives the whole mass of the people around.The boundaries are wide open.It was thrown at them at each other, as if they were their own art gallery.It doesn't catch them.They can even look down from the balcony and join their ranks.The sun was shining on their car.They dare to do anything!Become someone who comes out of yourself!Others sow the seed, and they hope to reap the fruit.Everyone is lucky.Even when he's just looking at the sun, he's already lost.They have always spread their truth with incomprehensible patience, but the cherries have been gnawed through by worms.Between his racks and his round dances, they're not allowed to do any business.Their need for new commodities is infinitely greater than what the person has kissed and tasted before.They were all sold out while they were in the car, but their car was so sunken that their dicks bobbed like a boat in the water.There are realistic rustling and surfing sounds all around them.But they are willing, for example, to sit on a bench at a height of 1150 meters.In this way, they have already saved time to take care of other people's affairs every day.And the people who take care of them occupy their rural sojourn with precision down to half a meter high.We paid the price the previous night when they showed up as thieves and they ate the entire contents of our car!Even us carnivores have our troubles, but there are more of us of all types.These people are now completely exhausted.And it has nothing to do with this long-term health, to which nocturnal roaming can add anything, except the fir-trees and the hollows, which cause them to fall in the snow.They are too far away from us.They stepped out of their original boundaries.How poor is poverty when it needs something!We were bending over the snow-deep surface now and howling.The world is the skis under our feet.We built these skis ourselves!It is the smallest hut that people have cunningly tricked out of nature.And it works as expected!We have an endless stream of strangers here.What they still need to learn is: if a person wants to be rich, he must surpass himself.But their cars are always parked elsewhere.Today they can plunder their history and count on our sympathy, but tomorrow we will count on them!We've finally stolen almost all of our history!And much earlier!We live here, we don't look at the landscape at all, we know them from the values ​​other people assign to them.One day they hope that they must become masters of the new thing, and then take possession of it themselves.If only they had to sell odds and ends.Their lack has been in the fence so long, and has patiently scraped the back of the fence.But we, we are content.We don't have to destroy their landscapes, they should convert them into valid currency with us.We print our own landscapes and then print our landscape postcards.We satisfy ourselves and, hopefully, satisfy us even more.But those who come to us now as guests, not to be deterred by any phantom: they only know what they lack, what they want to possess.Instead, we, we don't want anything because we are!We are always there for our guests, who silently watch the mountains as they spontaneously burn.Nature wills it that way, and we want it to do the same.We are constantly expanding our share of wealth which we alone contribute.People came from far away to watch.They wanted to tell the only person what happened there.They showed it openly to the world.Those who will not pay will not make a sound.The rock was as closed to him as it had been powerless yesterday.He is not lacking in courage, he lives without joy.He pressed the button, but the picture didn't come out because there was nothing in the camera.

[An old farmer comes out with a long pipe in his mouth and listens for a long time, then he shakes his head heavily and goes down again. ] The band should be blaring live immediately!The sound coming out of the picture book and the screen is not so soft.What comes out of wanting nothing else grows luxuriantly.They will never learn this!The more they wish to have, the less they dig in the corpse-heap of their ego.They did not express their satisfaction with the days of blue sky and white clouds.They wish to possess, but know nothing of the nature of wealth.The wealth is in one's own hands, and under a great, protruding eave upon which others shoot off into the distance.One shot is accurate.The higher one stands, the more beautiful the scenery will be.We have been fanned in the air for a long time, and one day we will appear as a fire.But these tourists, they didn't see that we were actually burned to the sky in our duffel raincoats.Their silence is not the silence of loneliness.They are eager to get to know us!We don't know these things, our childhood is more quiet.Our Dasein is lost like the sticky porridge that people poured out on our little beggars.So we get to our higher nature, which is like us, so that there is at least something that can scare us.We look around.We settle down.Ours is a real guest house, and people live well with us.We gather in our solitude only to provide a variety of ways to live!With or without apologies and huts.Only things that are like brothers and sisters are not allowed to happen suddenly.They really deserve to stay in strange places and pay for it!We open our way for them, we are marked wandering paths, truth and life.We are not so cold that we have refused anything for their sake.We are still the journey, too, in which we lead them astray.Men have entrusted the workshop with the fruit of health, and the juices of comfort have long since flowed from us.People can take us directly to the TV, people don't have to take us to the house to snatch our hopeful baby teeth from us.The outside is still the same.You really can't get away with this!We're pumping you up for more!The sky was dark, and it seemed that it was unconscious.We opened the inn, and it seemed we were powerful.All around us are piled up car cemeteries where the rubber gets hotter and we hope to protect ourselves with the help of the rubber just so that we can argue with each other more and more violently.Yes, this rubber protection, it has been pulled out of our ranks and ranks!We long for us!For twenty-five hours a long line of men and horses had accumulated in the border area.A class of people radiant with anticipation, who harvest berries in the morning light.The sun is still shining hotly at this moment.Especially on the eastern frontier with these car queues!The people inside are watching, and we feel like they're here for the first time.They have been strangers for too long.So they hope to no longer be strangers elsewhere.They want us to hide them from our own childhoods.They want us to have brand new memories.As soon as they were down, they were up again, and down again on their ravenous animals.But the native land can only be replaced by new land, and the parts of these new lands are still awkwardly scattered in the front hall in order to move into the new place.欲速则不达！他们对自己本身依然不理解！他们提出了最高的要求，可没有时间等待某些事情慢慢发生。他们确实也已等待了数千年，直至群山准备好隐匿，藏到我们的袋子里。为了自己开朗起来，他们必须购买录像机。他们不可能单单作为满足于自我的黑暗出现。他们必须经常过来瞧瞧，是否在他们还能够带走我们之前，就已经有人突然偷窃过我们了。不，无情的不！他们依恋着我们，以为只要坚持到我们转向他们这么久就行。为了永不缺席，他们甚至连睡觉都不敢。我们更文静的童年时代里的噪声！可我们不是他们的货币，我们希望自己更长久地存在。我们有我们的照片，只有我们在照片上面。也就是说，我们是真正的孤独者，我们这样生活很好。农民需要我们的民间风俗习惯！鞭子将我们赶向散步的小路。这条河流不值分文，它在那儿悠闲地摆动着臀部。不过我们希望他注视其他人，我们正想谋取这些人的现金，于是一群奔放的穿着民族服装的人出现了，他们处在一个从属的边缘。我们可以要求一些东西！而且不要太少！我们一直唱歌到出现振动音乐，直至暴风雪蒙住了夜晚。停留、分配，他们希望这样，听着，这个东西已经捐赠给这个原本的世界了。放置衣服和食物的包裹。趁我们自己就是他们希望的那种人，我们对他们表达的一个愿望表示原谅。从这一装置中流露出了大自然的声音。您这就听听小鸟的啁啾声吧！您也许非常喜欢拥有它吧！我们还要原谅您这一次危险的旅程，因为到最后会有一整条防治风湿病的被子和最终对我们没有任何销路的四个托盘。