"Wake up, you idiot!"

Whispered my bench neighbor - her elbow resembling a jackhammer,

"Wake up, you idiot, and take notes, otherwise you'll mess up again in the next exam!"

Unstoppably her voice penetrates my ear. Even a whisper sounds like an unbearable trombone concert in contrast to the silence ~ from the front row! If only she knew how grateful I actually am to her. But the dreamy look already reveals what the blackboard shows:

Fairy tales: Exam substitute performance

While my head slowly sinks towards the tabletop again, I notice how futile the attempt actually is to fight against this fatigue. And yet - like a premonition - I feel how the thought captivates me. If only it weren't so frighteningly exhausting!

Just like in the previous years, the bells will ring for the break, when it is time to learn from the lessons of life...

From somewhere out of nowhere, I hear the teacher's magical words, he who knows how to sweep away any fatigue magically. The room gets loud. The bell rings. The leaves rustle from everywhere like trees in the wind ~ just differently. As the day slowly but surely comes to an end, I wonder:

"Why? Is it really true that others - only I don't - dictate what I should and shouldn't do?"

With the question in the back of my mind, towards the evening my legs lead me to my old friend Woolly-Twist; a painter, sculptor, indeed a poet and thinker ... somehow. He lives with his wife and 3 children away from the city on a farm and doesn't seem to fit into society.

We talk about this and that, listen to music and have a lot of fun. As we say goodbye, he hands me a book saying, "May it help you, my friend." And as soon as I am back home, I open the book. Page after page I read...

Page after page...

Just from reading, I grew tired, and so I finally fell asleep...

With the suitcase in hand, Clear-Bells set off across the promised land, defending through faith and justice against Duke Heart-Pull, who with a troop drew near, lied to and cheated the people of the Alphabetans.

Bitter cold overcame the land at night, so Clear-Bells admitted to itself that hiding and shivering took over. Clear-Bells found shelter in the house of shamans and wizards, for they always had helpful solutions ready at any time. Strengthened by the drink of wisdom, Clear-Bells set off back home. In the luggage the book of answers, which the shaman handed over solemnly. Home! Flipping through the pages made Clear-Bells tired of dreaming, and so it lay down to sleep again...

Turning the pages back and forth; Clear-Bells fell out of bed. Falling directly into the box with the texts, only to realize in shock that neither Heart-Pull nor Clear-Bells were human.

Caught between A and H, it became clear as a bell!

It was... the 27th letter! The entire alphabet stood against it!

Stared at and laughed at

The sentences would have said it was contagious and so they abandoned it. And forming into a sense one could read the entire life. Then it woke up and acted as if nothing had happened.

Bathed in sweat, Clear-Bells lay in bed and gradually understood what was happening: "Breathe - Inhale - Exhale; focus on the essentials!". Clear-Bells closed their eyes and summoned back the fears that appeared before their eyes laughing and screaming, but Clear-Bells did not stop, and so they decided to continue indulging in the laughter and madness until they stopped and...

- In complete immersion -

Silence began to move.

✨ There, at the edge ✨

Just beyond the horizon

And both are rising

One in its way

And the other ... just in a different way

And both meet at this very moment at that point where they have always touched the sea, to create for a gentle moment, the union between planet, sky, and the solar binary system. A warm summer breeze warms every fiber of your being, nestles seamlessly against you; caresses your soul, is balm for body and mind. No fabric, nor tailor, could ever exceed that measure as the interplay of natural perfection. Your hair dances in the wind, hormones play bubbling and spraying. This image needs neither frame nor brush for lack of a better word, because it cannot be described otherwise than

... divine.

At the edge of a high, thousand meters high mountain ledge, the sun bids a crystal-clear farewell to its sleep, as it has always done. Arms crossed. Eyes closed. It is time to welcome a new day! Headfirst, crystal-clear plunges down the mountainside. Eyes wide open, gaze dedicated to the sparkling blue ocean, it recognizes how ~this blue~ spreads in all directions, to then in the blink of an eye...

Become one with the firmament!

Crystal-clear shoots through the timelessness of the rising sun. Free! Again and again, the same flash pierces crystal-clear's thoughts, getting closer to the horizon. Just as one reaches for the stars, crystal-clear now reaches for it. The bond that holds heaven and earth together gives me the morning sun; into the most beautiful morning in seven long days! Here comes the eighth.

Like a drop in the well of clarity, crystal-clear perceived,

not quite sure if spoken or thought:

It's obvious!