The Effervescent Tablet

An effervescent tablet dropped in a glass of water,
slowly dissolves, losing its entire form
but by no means its essence – actually in this way alone
fulfilling its potential to soothe or to heal or to enrich.

That effervescent tablet, being mortal one way or the other,
spreads its influence and leaves its indellible impression
on a mass much greater than its form, and beyond that as well.
For not only is the water changed, perhaps nonvisibly but certainly;

more relevantly the drinker of that water is affected –
albeit very much according to the strength of that tablet's solution,
taking into account the drinker's own degree of receptivity
toward the body's balancing and stabilization.

Let us say the ingredient in this effervescent tablet is a lifetime
of devotion, work, study, service, activated only by losing its separate form.
And the tablet being the personality, its effervescent potential
being the active instruction to love, to nourish, and to remember God.

The water contained in that glass is Berlin, is Germany.
The drinker would be all those with whom this person comes in contact,
directly or indirectly, numbering more than will ever be known.
The illness, the upsetment, the indigestion: is the taboo placed on Germans.

The taboo on recognizing when they are made victims, the taboo on questioning
the onus of permanent and collective guilt, the taboo on rejecting the iron-clad
perpatrator-role and demanding recognition of its own sovereignty. The taboo
on taking positions running against the current – namely the current Admin-Regime,

or the multi-cultural insanity àla Helper-Syndrome, the degenderization-insanity,
the Islamisation-insanity, the bland materialistic-relativism and its atheism,
the selling out on values which define a culture. All these and Stockholm-Syndrome.
No single effervescent tablet can cure this or put an end to it – only cyanide can do that.

It takes many effervescent tablets to spread that potential sanity and health.
However, it starts with one – and that one can only answer to its own work and effect.
The slow, steady death by blunt blows of totalitarian political correctness is the sickness.

I am that efferscent tablet.