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Everyone, from children to grownups, carry the world in their hands, they see the past and the future simply by the move of their thumbs and fingers; from their very spot they fly in the air hanging onto the mixture of illusion and reality. The little glass plate they are staring at is, though, a two dimensional world, they go beyond the fourth dimension and reach the world of infinity, the time of conception to death, while creating a totally anew concept of time that is a mixture of kairos and chronos. Because you see everything at the same time in this little glass plate, layer after layer of thickened image starts to fall to cause the chaos, the distorted image crumbles. When a child finds Hydra in the little flat glass plate he held, he challenges Hydra, and after a long difficult fight, though he cuts a head off from this great serpent, a drop of blood numbs the child, with venom spitting out from the mouths of the remaining heads it deadens the child. Then, after all, the Hydra’s blood and venom overtake the child’s shrunken brain, the child becomes a fierce monster himself. For a grownup, while watching Laokoon and his two children locked in the coils of hissing snakes, agonizing. He undergoes unbearable torment himself, as if Laokoon was tortured by the snakes, stretching his arms in the air to grab something that may lessen the intensity of horror. From the touch of smooth but cold skin of the snake, he shudders, he frightens, he feels death. The child, comes and goes from here to yonder world in no time, led by the move of his fingertip, he came and sat with the devil face to face, tries to trade junk the devil offers with his soul, though immature, he is therefore reckless, but innocent. The grownup who haunted by anguish, walks on the path of life and death, because he is unable to shake off the bad-omen he carries; is now sitting in front of a poker table and through the little flat glass plate in his palm, gazing at the numbers on the playing cards; he irons his ragged soul with steaming-hot-iron for external appearance, the soul that even the devil won’t take in pledge for filthy lucre. It’s outrageous but, all generations alive today, seem to be confined in the little flat glass plate, they live as the slave of the fingertip.

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Everyone, from children to grownups, carry the world in their hands, they see the past and the future simply by the move of their thumbs and fingers; from their very spot they fly in the air hanging onto the mixture of illusion and reality. The little glass plate they are staring at is, though, a two dimensional world, they go beyond the fourth dimension and reach the world of infinity, the time of conception to death, while creating a totally anew concept of time that is a mixture of kairos and chronos. Because you see everything at the same time in this little glass plate, layer after layer of thickened image starts to fall to cause the chaos, the distorted image crumbles. When a child finds Hydra in the little flat glass plate he held, he challenges Hydra, and after a long difficult fight, though he cuts a head off from this great serpent, a drop of blood numbs the child, with venom spitting out from the mouths of the remaining heads it deadens the child. Then, after all, the Hydra’s blood and venom overtake the child’s shrunken brain, the child becomes a fierce monster himself. For a grownup, while watching Laokoon and his two children locked in the coils of hissing snakes, agonizing. He undergoes unbearable torment himself, as if Laokoon was tortured by the snakes, stretching his arms in the air to grab something that may lessen the intensity of horror. From the touch of smooth but cold skin of the snake, he shudders, he frightens, he feels death. The child, comes and goes from here to yonder world in no time, led by the move of his fingertip, he came and sat with the devil face to face, tries to trade junk the devil offers with his soul, though immature, he is therefore reckless, but innocent. The grownup who haunted by anguish, walks on the path of life and death, because he is unable to shake off the bad-omen he carries; is now sitting in front of a poker table and through the little flat glass plate in his palm, gazing at the numbers on the playing cards; he irons his ragged soul with steaming-hot-iron for external appearance, the soul that even the devil won’t take in pledge for filthy lucre. It’s outrageous but, all generations alive today, seem to be confined in the little flat glass plate, they live as the slave of the fingertip.