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We settle down, in the absence of miracles. We make it so cozy as possible, in the loss of the most essential. We built our homes in the lost paradise ... We are somehow trying to fill the void and we

Basically, we are a living spirit that indwells a body, has lots of senses, and has a consciousness that can recognize itself. We are Human Beings, connected with everything, complete as a being, even

Before the complexity of thoughts – which revolve around the importance of the particular personality – it is simple: life is bustling in the bodies. Clear certainty slumbers under the noise … Your mood

Exciting, if you shut down the human operating system and terminate all functions, something stays online. What was previously only a barely perceptible sizzling noise is now recognized as the actual

Life wants to create, has a desire for one’s own abilities. This is a process that happens on its own: life force drives the engine of creativity, fuels ideas, and the mind / body begins to execute. The

Art is not just an event that happens on stages and in studios, it is a „way of life“. If this would be an art planet, instead of the profit and compulsion planet, which he unfortunately has become, everything

The cocoon of the known world is like a gray star surrounded by an orbit of whirling risks. In it lives a distinctive guide, like an old native, like a ubiquitous animal looking out of the jungle of

„Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.“ Samuel Beckett Even as a child you sometimes had the feeling that a kind of great gray would come and devour all which is colorful, iridescent. Well,

Fleeting worlds fly through our minds, like flags we chase after and never quite catch. Fantastic features, adventure, fire and vision … And another great tool is available: consciousness, something that

Being feels like a desert in the midst of the bustle of the world. One rather takes 1000 steps in the world than to set on foot into the desert. If you do it anyway, you enter the lost paradise … Love

That ordinary Briant, completely uneventful, with sunday dull arms. Constricted, murky. Like a dry leaf on the tree of life … Amazing into which worlds being gets lost. Somehow, it seems to like experiencing

Life in the conditioned stream of thinking occupies a large part of our world. But there are still plenty of fallow fields in which we can stay: In the part of oneself, where one no longer seeks, but has

It is interesting to see how the ego builds itself up, in the morning, after the complete dissolution in sleep, it tries to stabilize. The personality braces itself against the seemingly hostile world

In the densely woven carpet of thoughts is just as much life as in a hollow ghost tooth. When the fabric loosens, the underlying dimension of silence opens like freshly fallen snow … The matted coat of

First, there are only a few steps you can go without a commentator in your head. Then it gradually becomes clear that the commentator is just an old voice that fucks you up and you do not have to follow

We live in a world in which we have conceptualized all living processes through language. However, these concepts are tasteless, they do not contain life anymore. The word love can barely be pronounced,

Bones wrapped in silence. Silence not as an absence of life but as an absence of noise in the mind and as the presence of being … Beauty is. Plain. Like a bath. She pushes thoughts into the background

„I do not know if I’m a man who dreams of being a butterfly, or if I’m a butterfly that dreams of being a man.“ Dschuang Dsi (350 – c. 275 BC) Taoist philosopher There is this fresh root in beings, like