Observers

Who wants to be one of the guys and what is it good for, any deals one handles with oneself, bad or good, and in which means do good or bad change anyway, when the frontiers get weakened, in which the mirrorgames function one usually plays, and the directions change, not only directions, of course, as the feedback of the seemingly source, that becomes aware of being the target also, like in a multidimensional ping-pong, whereas there now are othertimes rather like pin-pong, when on one side there´s an inconspicuous pin, spearing, sometimes even impaling the ball, or so it seems, so it trys, so it is full of will to point away from it´s own assemblance, this multitude of unexplored entities, unexplored by the observing character one dare not unchain too often, not too intensely, cause the world that made the observer in a flashbacksystem of reenforcement is the observer, and the entitiy, somehwere inside, not letting the observer take a too close look, fears the observer, and by this fears the outer determination, wants to stay unchanged, unchained, won´t see the chain laying in it, because the view of the observer would be the one revealing it, but is regarded, re-guarded in return of the pressumed suspicion, so the suspicion becomes its own source of suspicion, as the pin-pong, that fails to be ping-pong, takes place the other way round too, and sees itself being observed, rejecting, complaining, working against, destroying, or at least trying to, feeling the observation of the other in a language it can´t understand, both overloading the other with efforts concerning tasks, that would become exhaustions, being transmitted in languages the the recipient can hardly decode, understanding a bit meanwhile, after such long, always being dependant on help from the taskmaster, not letting his language intrude too far, too complex, ans so being thrown back onto one´s own resources, drawing from there, putting putting it in, insufficient, drawing again, working and working, and working, not sensing the divergences between the sources of endeavours, of which one has to serve the other, not the goal of it´s own existance, although, each of them forces the latter, thinking it will get taken care of as a feedback, but it will just get new excercises and not the care, and solving the excercises is not the care for each other, when meanwhile the newer one of the sources could be detected to be the one sucking more from, although it would never admit it, claiming itself to be the source, as it always seems to be the one present, at least it says so, being present in its own observation, more than it would yet care to observe the other, the first source, that has no chance, but to give and give, and give, exhaustion is no excuse, cause it has to follow, it is the tray on which it all takes place, there is no way getting out of this, except for destroying the tray, otherwise the vicious circle won´t stop, or so it seems, and aren´t the excercises, that still won´t suffice to still the hunger, the right thing to destroy the source of the hunger, isn´t the tray the problem, and isn´t the second source already informed about the other´s permanent try to cut it off, switch it off, by overflooding it and pumping it dry at the same time, is it so, is it so, tell me: is it so, so?