Military Phonetics Tango

mechanized fantasy

least ten times today I had to listen to this horrendous singing Fabric Easter duck, each of at least ten customers with their ridiculous song and dance their mechanical movements but was able to put in delight, but I ate every something more nervous. In the usual routine of work, time to give me the following thoughts:

mechanization of the imagination!
Each on its own dancing, singing or speaking, and as if by magic evening to life children's toys is more than anything seemingly lifeless doomed to death, heartless, spiritless, weak and lacking in humor because his mechanics him the true character of a game stuff casts, because it takes away any fun potential, the potential in the child's imagination every conceivable - To accept or not only conceivable but also a form imaginable-that the child can conjure up in a toy inside. A singing duck will never be the conqueror of the sub-duvet-world, never the winner childish wars and never to the discovery of completely new worlds, but n ever stay the same singing and therefore useless feathers thing to represent it is committed. Each such 'evening to life "toys is very much a silly childish insult! Is it any wonder

there that the third graders of a friend in their essays on "my fantasy planet" is just creating more time on a planet of unlimited dreams Simpsons to bring true life, to build a house and this round, be planted with flowers! A big shame on the commercialization of the imagination!

It was at three in the train, from states fleeing who wanted to sell me just left Rohstofflager as human reprocessing plant for the raw material man, as I long once more ventured to the question, look how good a world would in me cause such conditions. My only not terribly imaginative decision was that the people in this world at this time certainly would not need features, but slept.

Now, thanks to the singing Plumage, I'm at least a reasonable-if not more imaginative ideas further: It would be a world in which at least our children would still be able to create their fantasy planet, brand new and . A world in which children, at least in their imagination can propel a planet where they swing from vine to vine to the green monster to escape under the sand where people sleep in the water feeds on stones and fish nesting in the trees. A world in which at least the child's imagination can still fly.

With a little more poetic words
"[... even with a flash of it particularly beautiful seemed, though he was more dazzled by its brilliance, as he saw what was going on in it, he had the suspect not added the second sentence,] that probably God from his world prefer to speak on Conjunctivus potentialis (hic Dixerit quispiam = Here one could argue ..) because God makes the world and thinks it might as well be different. "

A quote from Musil's The Man Without Qualities which is to encourage at this point, even God himself to play and to consider how it could equally well be different.