One day...

...the meaning of words has become more and more unimportant. But why? Do words still satisfy our needs for articulation? Are there other words, covered under tons of hundred year old frequently used word-shells, lying around dead and lonely like frozen teeth, after having a faqin' cold cherry-slushy?

Maybe yes. And they are already there, here between us, in our minds. Never spoken out. Crying quiet cute like a little newborn baby (who doesn't have good articulation, yet, but you already can guess what the meaning of this short moaning in the morning, one day might tell us...).

And it will always end on:

We are exited what next year will come. But this year is the year of "Ö".

No way for contradiction.

Yours,

Ben.

P.S.:

Random-number of today:

1234,5678

Why not? it was a random choice of the order of numbers. Accidently a sorted order came in.
And that it happened to a floating point number, with 4 points after the dot, is extremly seldom.

So handle it with care, the random number of today.