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"A public is a kind of gigantic something, an abstract and deserted void which is everything and nothing."

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"Years might be spent gathering the public together. ... This abstraction, which the individuals so illogically form, quite rightly repulse the individual instead of coming to his help. ... But to adopt the same opinion as the public is a deceptive consolation because the public is only there in abstracta. ... A public is a kind of gigantic something, an abstract and deserted void which is everything an nothing." (S›ren Aabye Kierkegaard)

-ARTS, BUSINESS AND CHANGE
-A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS
-WRONG AND RIGHT FOCUS
-HUMAN ABSTRACT (AFFIRMATIVE)
-HUMAN ABSTRACT (NEGATIVE)
-SOCIAL FABRIC (I - IV)
-PROFESSIONAL MINDSET VERSUS OCCUPATIONAL ATTITUDE
-INDIVIDUAL INTEGRITY VERSUS CORPORATE CONFORMITY (I - IV)
-SURVIVING A CORPORATE CRASH
-DEALING WITH CLIENTS FOSTERING GREAT EXPECTATIONS
-ON VAGUE IDEAS AND WISHFUL THINKING (I - III)
-TO BE OR NOT TO BE REASONABLE ... (I - VI)
-SHORT-, MID- OR LONG-TERM MEMORY [LOSS] (I - XIV)
-"THE HUMAN NATURE OF ORGANIZATION" (I - VIII)
-SOCIAL SET THEORY ON A CHEER "I´M ENJOYING A ´CAREER´" (I - V)

Individuals and institutions sponsoring as much as acquiring and displaying notorious expressions of artistic sophistication, reveal having reached the culmination of dullness and lack of imagination in an attempt of concealing intellectual bloodlessness as well as emotional varicose veins behind the performing arts of concrete curtains.

Too many people seem not to perceive the ubiquitous and often quite horrofying phenomenology of customary randomness circumscribing - global, national, local - societal being as an inevitable result of their individual habit of relaxing rational, emotional and responsible intellect in every available sense of retiring their Seven Senses, whenever and as much as they can.

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Schast, Christine
LEBENSLAUF KLINGT IRGENDWIE EINSPURIG UND GEHETZT. NACH DER SCHULE ERSCHIEN MIR DIE AUSSICHT AUF "FREIHEIT" DURCH ARBEIT, EINKOMMEN UND AUSGABEN: "SIE" SCHIEN MYSTISCH, WIE EINE ORIENTALISCHE TRUHE, INMITTEN EINES GEWÖLBES, AUS TAUSEND UND EINER NACHT, ALS SIE SICH ERÖFFNETE, IHRE VERSCHLEIERTEN AUGEN, DER LASZIVE MUND, SAH ICH NUR EINES, EWIG WÄHRENDE, GÄHNENDE LEERE. ALSO STIEG ICH WIEDER AUS, MACHTE DIE KLAPPE DICHT UND FING AN EINER BIENE GLEICH ERFAHRUNGEN WIE POLLEN ZU SAMMELN.

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