The old ruins are saved,
and we will be able to draw comparisons with the new ones.
Progress has its bad side;
From time to time, it explodes.
who would even dream of destroying,
If nothing could be destroyed
The many meanings of reading: the letters are like ants and have their own secret state.
The paradox.....only the ideas no one knows about keep us alive
........even in death
The abandoned earth,
overtaxed with words,
chocking in knowledge,
and with no living ear left on it to listen into the cold.