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Konstanz (pronounced [ˈkɔnstants], locally [ˈkɔnʃtants]; English: Constance) is a university city with approximately 80,000 inhabitants located at the western end of Lake Constance in the south-west corner of Germany, bordering Switzerland. The city houses the University of Konstanz.
Konstanz is situated on Lake Constance (the Bodensee in German). The Rhine river, which starts in the Swiss Alps, passes through Lake Constance and leaves it, considerably larger, by flowing under a bridge connecting the two parts of the city. North of the river lies the larger part of the city with residential areas, industrial estates, and the University of Konstanz; while south of the river is the old town which houses the administrative centre and shopping facilities in addition to the Hochschule or the University of Applied Sciences. Car ferries provide access across Lake Constance to Meersburg, and the Katamaran provides a shuttle service for pedestrians to Friedrichshafen. To the south, the old town borders onto the Swiss town of Kreuzlingen.
"When perceived correctly, the world is a mirror which,
disinterestedly, maintains a current record of our
nature and constitution.
Within this vast parabolic mirror, we should be able to
see clearly the forms our faults have taken--which
daily stand in our way.
Yet, for the sake of allotting our inadequacies a wide
berth and so as to avoid running into them head-on, we
have learned to artfully avoid our own reflections.
Our most regrettable qualities have successfully
overwhelmed our nobility and now the image of a man has
become indistinguishable from the form of his fault.
Of a man, it can no longer be said that he is as a
monkey aping the behavior of angels.
For in our avoidance of ourselves, we have given up
even on strife. The purpose of this critique is not to
aide in the composition of an epic satire; rather, I
would that this knowledge serve as a launching pad.
We can correct the human model--there is a method."
Time is an insect. As it emerges it crawls from it’s
hole.
It is crushed under the weight of a heavy boot heel.
The cracking of it’s carapace is as all clocks ticking
in tandem.
In the sand of this crinkling/crackling ticking, is the
sound,
The measure and the rhythm of life’s passing.
We count time as stones cast as lots.
Yet, we intone our very own countdown to death.
Into death’s embrace we walk, and unto death we shall
For we have failed to understand the true nature and
structure of time.
The mantra of the clock is the voice of god.
Your clocks merely tick, I shall make them talk.
Here time shall speak.
He is the "man of straw", "the tall man"; HIS NAME:
MIEN NIHIL, or
Phantasma, as denotes his function.
He amputates the mind. He compacts the body
Few indeed knowingly evoke The Tall Man, but
HITHER HE COME YE MAY BE CERTAIN.
HERE HE ENCLOSES a world and releases it¹s energy.
HE COMPACTS THE SOMA.
HE AMPUTATES THE PSYCHE.
What time is it?