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More than enough knowledge in various areas and life experience, some of it acquired with many scratches.

I write my comments to the best of my knowledge and supply. My point of view may contradict the questioners and certainly some other commentators, but that is as it should be.

A poem by Werner Sprenger

How I lost myself

As soon as I learned to speak
I learned to keep silent,
what moved me most,
what to spoke most deeply.

And soon learned to say,
what I did not feel.
And so often felt,
what I did not say.

The more I learned to speak
to speak like the others,
the more I lost myself.

And the more I lost myself,
the better off I was,
the better the others understood me