...Thoughts, Sensation, Whatever...

Secret of an existence.To me these things belong together, and are the fundamentals of my exsistence here on earth: a big ship travelling along the horizon, far away in the distance, surrounded by a hazy blue sky, with some clouds in it. Finding the crescent of the moon in the same sky. Mathematics, the arid desert. Latin, old stone buildings of the Romans, bright, and always dry, arid. Blue excavator, with the long grid boom, two steel ropes and the scoop held in place by a thin auxiliary rope. Even more impressive the scoop hanging on just one steel rope, being pulled over the ground by the second rope which had been seperated from the boom.

Here we´re now at the borderline of what these terms describe, and what the real thing is. Nobody will get the real meaning of all this, how should they know. But I reckon everyone of us can recount similar objects and impressions of which I wouldn´t know their real meaning, and their value for the relevant person