The Mystery of Our Existence

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I'll be a hundred and ten in the not too distant future, the old ship's got a few blotches, but she's still on course!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

...what´s lacking...

What´s lacking in this life is related to this life, because the next life isn´t related to this life directly.
So it´s fair to make up for any deficits while still here in this life.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

... the moon ...



It´s a full moon.
She´s standing on the wall right now,
she can see the moon,
I can see the moon,
at the same time,
but 3000 km apart.
Our thoughts are close, because of the moon.
We see the moon, at the same time.

And there´s much yearning.

Sunday, September 04, 2011

...it´s sad to belong to someone when the right one comes along...


as can happen in our lives.

Credit goes to MM for giving me the link to this beautiful song.

Friday, September 02, 2011

...electricity...

It´s a shame, (and a betrayal), that all our feelings (and thoughts) can be reduced to some chemistry and some electric currents in our brains.

So the suffering is just a way to show us something? For it is nothing in itself. No electricity, no chemistry: no broken heart, no sad feelings, and also no joy. A dead lump of atoms, whilst the atoms themselves are still as active as ever, even in a dead body.

I feel utterly neglected, betrayed, ill-treated, whatsoever.

It is very very hard to find some kind of "superior loving" behaviour in this.

I´m disappointed.


(The Bible says: Blessed are those who despair, but still believe. This is exactly the issue in this case).

My whole perception of the world has been shaken, not only this time.

The feeling of disappointment and loneliness has never been worse.

Thursday, September 01, 2011

...autumn...

The end of life is like a symphony:
all instruments which played a role in your life wake up again and build an orchestra, playing for you the symphony of your life.

In the autumn.

I hate the Winter. When all instruments get to be silent.
The conductor will give a last direction with his wand: a final beat of the drum, a final screech of a violin.

The End.


(c)

...future...

Some day, the future will be the present.
I dread this day.
Because the future (my future) brings old age and deterioration.

I like to live in the present.

Later no more. When the future melts into the present.

Life isn't fair.


(c)