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And they asked me back for that radio programme
I still do not know why
because above all else I had been silent
but the presenter emphasised that today that
is what people need.
So once again I sat behind a microphone
and was silent
and subsequently undermined all phenomena, ideas,
forms, things and beings. And myself of course
and the presenter who nervously started to rub his
moustache. I did that well. I had discovered my talent.
And out of the blue I started talking about the little spark,
small and buzzing through which I cautiously again began
to believe in the world, figures, phenomena, planets,
materials and people. There is a spark in you.
Indeed spark in you. For the spark is in me, I know
nothing else my thinking powers are nil, no sight,
no hearing, I swim in nothingness but I know
there is a spark in this table, this lamp and in you dear
listener.
I was so fired up that my words caught fire.
There is a spark in you dear presenter! I
hurled it over the table.
He turned so pale and became so uneasy that I
suspended my stream of words.
Flaming and trembling I made my way home, went
flaming and trembling to my bed. Fell in a
flaming and trembling sleep and woke up flaming and
trembling.

And wrote immediately upon waking up a letter to
the paper in which I explained my dream. Everything
must burst into flames dear people. And
filled with enthusiasm I went outside and shook the
hands of people in the street
because I could no longer cope with sitting still
on a bench in the park.
I wanted to touch all the people and confirm there is
a spark in you shout. And that is how I spend my days
nowadays yes quite a contrast to how I once began
deaf blind dumb and empty.
Now I think up hopscotch - and other children's games and
with every jump on the pavement I shout loud and
simply Spark! Spark! Now!
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