The key --- how to read a story

  All that has now come to show is just another face of reality... no corners are untouchable when a fingernail points out to the core and strikes the midnight hour as someone awaits on the bridge to say goodbye to another unsolved mistery... Once upon a time there was a story in a book and it captured all stories in the world in a small drop of acid falling on top of the red fragrance of a Summer flower changing the whole chemical aspect of matter and matters.... The neutral part of one can never speak before the dawn when what is to be discarded shall fade in the forgetful pages of a novel written just in time for bed and perfectly out of time for a well mastered arty frame drawing souls on the wall of a church where only a lullaby can play the echo of the past left to linger for eternity in a temporarily perpetual paradox of radiant frequency.
    There, beyond the stars and out onto cold stone, wood or whatever worldly element might cool down the feet of a tired strider of these lands, there lies an answer key to the way of reading all the stories that had been previously written and engraved in beautiful sculptures of perfection on the hearts of spirits to be only summoned at night, to sing a flowy lament and to vanish into cloudpouder... the scientists who contradict this might have never had a dream out of their own mind and the fear of going beyond everything there is might still master their idea of living life and playing with the exit sign because they cannot see its luminous glow... However they too shall some day read a story that will change their ballance on ground and make them dive away from an anxious suspicion into the hypersensitivity of what was once a tale and a brick of gravity for the standing horisons... May the one who finds the key open the lockers of all forgotten and forgetful hearts!!!