I am often puzzled myself by what I have written. The moment I write something down, it is as clear as day to me. But when I read it a year, a month or even a day later, I am sometimes no longer sure of the content. That is the change in which I find myself. Only in that one moment am I like in that one moment. Only in that one moment do I recognize what I can recognize in that moment. In the next moment I am changed and I see the world from this changed moment. That is why I cannot revise the content of the texts and I cannot judge their content. They serve the one who reads the right text in the right moment for him and absorbs it.