Hier stehe ich Stehe ich falsch? Bin ich, im vollen Stande, falsch gestanden? ...
We are idolators, worshipping the work of our own hands. We only busy ourselves with work, to be able to consume. We want to have much, instead of being much. Hunger for power,
Do you ever put up your feet? only just arrived now you're ready to leave?
Ist das Glas halb voll oder halb leer? Oder vielleicht einfach zu groß? Mindestens ist es zu dünn. Ja, es ist zu dünn. Es ist tatsächlich eigentlich gar nicht das bestellte Glas und
Summer. The bold promise of the good life; the climax of the whole year, long-awaited with feverish anticipation through months of mundanity and greeted with determined exhilaration as spring finally fades. Once more
Do you know how your car works? Or your computer? How the food you buy in the supermarket was produced? Granted that the world is growing ever more complex, how can we still survive when we're clearly not able to see the entire picture our life amasses?
is it the urge to feel the need to shiver a desire to leap across the river the bottomless hole of trust without doubt into a soul to revolve around or is it
We are drowning Born into a world that does not forgive Like babies dropped into the water Grasping for straws, we learn to crawl Screaming for help, we learn to talk Trying to
I'm going up north where the wind chilps the water blows and the birds flow away
a forest of facades a labyrinth of streets the mecca of meanings replaces your feelings but doesn't touch your heart
There's a house up on the hill shattered windows from the storm plants growing through the cracks
A boy is born. He is quiet. He is shy. Is he weak? ...
Have you ever thought about why we go to school? Why we spend a dozen of years of our life going to the same place every day to be taught what is right
Why do I need an umbrella, if it never rains? This sounds like a strange question. Inadvertantly we think: You probably don't need it, but is that a realistic scenario? It's quite unlikely
Life is a pretty huge delivery. Every one of our days is full of impressions, packed with experiences that, like life as a whole, only have one question for us: How will you react? They demand that we show ourselves, decide on who we want to be. And who are we really?
Time is a strange thing. It's like those stalagmites you find in large caves: It's constantly dripping, but you can only see what is accumulated on the bottom. The stalagmite; the past. If
Today's society presumes the existence of free will. Otherwise, how should punishment be justified if I'm not really responsible for my actions? How can democratic decisions be fair if people don't act on
God is a very powerful idea. It's probably the most successful idea, too, as it's about as old as humanity. This article is a kind of FAQ on God and theistic belief: What
These days, many people seem to observe a departure from the era of facts, due to the rise of fake news, which spread misinformation and shape opinions. Has there ever been an era
At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping. He knows nothing, let him sleep on. from "Waiting for Godot", Samuel Beckett
Don't you get tired of all the longing and all the laughter of all the fights and the prayers thereafter of lies and spies and blackmailing of gods and money and fortune telling
Wenn jemand sucht [...], dann geschieht es leicht, daß sein Auge nur noch das Ding sieht, das er sucht, daß er nichts zu finden, nichts in sich einzulassen vermag, weil er nur immer an
If an archer is shooting for nothing, he has all his skill If he shoots for a brass buckle, he is already nervous. If he shoots for a prize of gold he goes
Die Stadt ist leer Dunkelheit schwingt weit ein Vogel singt Rauch
Close your eyes to look right through all that blinds and deceives you to see the mind and find someone like you