philosophized Why doesn't it just work? - On abstractions 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?
poetry What is real? 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
poetry Downward 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
poetry Going up north I'm going up north where the wind chilps the water blows and the birds flow away
poetry Mecca of meanings a forest of facades a labyrinth of streets the mecca of meanings replaces your feelings but doesn't touch your heart
poetry Grime There's a house up on the hill shattered windows from the storm plants growing through the cracks
philosophized What have we learned? - On Public Education 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
philosophized Nothing to hide? - Why we need privacy after all 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
philosophized And who am I, again? - About identity, values and emotions 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?
philosophized Determining the future - Does science make sense? 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
philosophized Why "free will" is an oxymoron 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
philosophized The god complex - a philosophical journey 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
philosophized On fake news: We're still living in a pre-factual world 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
cited Who is awake? 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
poetry Don't you get tired 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
cited Suchen und Finden 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
cited The archer 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
poetry Unseen Close your eyes to look right through all that blinds and deceives you to see the mind and find someone like you
poetry Niederungen Ich bin von Sinnen in mir drinnen, bespucke Leute von den Zinnen, die sich trauen raus zu gehn, beneide die, die oben strotzen, belächle die, die unten kotzen, obwohl wir alle gleich aussehn.
poetry nur ein Kiesel ein Kiesel, rund und klein, liegt verworfen auf dem Boden, bis er schließlich aufgehoben, von seinem Los befreit und luftig fliegt der Stein Augen lachen, Kinder johlen, Finger zeigen unverhohlen -- wie hoch
poetry perspektiven jeder sieht nur, was er wahrnehmen will jeder erinnert sich nur, an was er denkt jeder denkt nur, was er weiß jeder weiß nur, was er glaubt jeder glaubt nur, was er sieht