For the Small Ones

I write more for the small ones, who look at me with wide eyes and whose gaze keeps reminding me not to give up.

Those who have adapted do not read it at all. And when they do, they ignore it. That is no surprise — whoever sits inside the system defends the system. Not out of malice. Out of self-protection. One does not want everything ruined.

So I am not writing for them.

I write for those who cannot yet read, or who have not yet been born. For those who in twenty years will ask: did nobody actually know what was going wrong? Did nobody know that all this could only end badly? Did nobody look closely? Perhaps they will then discover — someone wrote it all down.

I am 79 years old. I have worked for more than 40 years as an independent inventor — without the structures one needs for commercially successful inventing, because the actually existing structures have no use for independent inventors who want to remain free and refuse to become part of the structure.

That pressure does not come from those who have adapted. It comes from those who still have wide eyes.

Someone told me this was no longer real personal writing — that I was giving myself up. I see it differently. I still think for myself, and all the essays reflect exactly what I think. More polished and more eloquent than I could write it myself, but I decide what is written. I recognise when something sounds wrong and I correct it. What has changed: I can now write more and faster than I could ever do alone. Faster. More precisely. In two languages.

Those who are still small today, and those not yet born, will perhaps read it one day — in German or in English. Both versions are here. This is for them. Perhaps they will also find here some inspiration for shaping the future better.

beyond-decay.org is not a news portal. It is an archive of paying attention.