Wiedereintritt The World cruiser gazed apathically into the heavens. He had had enough of his little excursion and it was time to return and put the raked up thoughts into perspektive and ask them to settle down. He set course for where he had started from. Back to the sun, the garden, the deckchair. Back to the year, the day, the situation. He looked forward to taking off his space-suit and noted with surprise that he did not have one. An easy landing was an art. Sometimes he came down too fast, landed hard and thereafter felt battered. At other times there were heavy winds so that he missed the runway and was beside himself for the rest of the day. His quirling thoughts absorbed again the daily pettiness and became a wide, strong river, transporting the many data and information. He thought again of work - but he had already worked today. He thought of going away - but he was not yet really here. He thought of the cool drink he wanted to fetch - but his backside had gone to sleep. Then he thought of nothing at all - and that was a real pleasure.