Children
We are children, all,
that never can grow up,
since even the most grown up and most serious
must remain and never can become more than a child,
like even the most aged and whitish bearded patriarch,
like every politician, bishop, bureaucrat, aristocrat and autocrat:
inside at heart you never are more than a child;
all honours, medals, titles, merits and diplomas
are just frippery and shallow masks, hypocrisy and fakes,
since all of life is just a childish thing that constantly grows more so
the more you think that you grow up and mature;
and the wiser you think you are getting, the more childish you become.
And therefore the old man and the small child are strongest among humans,
since they only dare be openly and credibly and naturally childish;
only they enjoy that privilege.
Those so called mature ones that acquired a position and responsibility,
who are so stupid that they start to take life seriously
must never lose their face, that most ridiculous mask of maturity,
since they imagine that they matter, which makes them so utterly ridiculous.
No one therefore is more human, real and natural than those
who all their life through dare prove openly
that they were never more than just small children.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-18 at 13:04
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