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01/25/2010 Niederau (A question of energy of a place)

In Niederau asset mountains no strength from the depth of draw. Icing, scared from slopes occurred over the years, only the work of a pastry chef, a helper in the simple act of creation, inviolability and yielding. Sometimes nature gives us their permission, sometimes not. With our growing interest in their diversity is changing its character. What used to - as a gift to nature (at those sacred part of the soul) - Carefully temple was laid, is now easily an ungrateful mall. We are of the acid part of nature, we soften the material from which we are. Maybe we are still the city planet! Then pierce through clouds flowers scratches meadows, and our eyes glide over the electrical precision-made crust.

I see the landscape through the window, they try not erst. We have taken us a week time in a kind of isolation to invent the future of our organization. Maybe we had better put in a tectonic fault.

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15.1.2010, Berlin

find yourself, through regular potholes and disasters (the greatest suffering a time is always the greatest sorrow of the time - be it trivia), more and more in that life, "as it has to be" and tries to then calmed down and bored, now and in the masters of the glorious idea of anointing that all this is rightly so, because - one looking a bit longingly into the past - has changed, but certainly not too much, get the important but not only recognized, but also has a firm grip. Thinks the patient after he has already felt a suspiciously long time healthy. The dilution, even the destruction of certain events and their consequences, which we done on time, good, expect a maximum in the form of a new coat of paint. It may be drunk, the child slaps his mid-twenties from the brain, pushed in front of the first home under self-earned money Mattresses hidden in-built fantasies packed - forgot to have coped with and forgiven, but the man who suffers, finds a security, from two hard blows below the surface, in an older painting - well the man knew of no suffering, only the small new wunderkind drunken life. We are such good covers, we humans with our brilliant bodies.

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01.11.2010, Berlin, Supplement

A question of perception: from a divine perspective Vogel says one thinks one sees on the one man, the other was its setting - the seemingly infinite sphere of things that surround us. With life we think but never one without the other. However, I believe that a large part of what we call the environment, bird perspective, the people themselves take place, and not around it. What's in the thing, must, to be inserted, can put us in first time. So it's hard for me the things around us to recognize its own depth. We have to give depth to choose - or not. So it is just more shallow in this life, if one assumes that not red really is warm, the music is not really sad that the car actually has no eyes, no face and the moon . That life that surrounds us is, at most two-dimensional. It has a Surface, and if it is lucky, something which we take from us and put behind it. The smart look of the Homo Sapiens automatically sets an artificial depth in everything which he touches.

What is real depth? depth of humanity.

Saying Congratulations To An Engament

9.1.2010, 1.4.2010

Long after the first awakening I fell into a tired spell of a fractured film at noon in the deepest sleep of the day just seems possible. The Dystopian and the fire of this film made her way into my dream and I made myself as a leader of my own little revolutionary movement because an evil man, it was the intimidating character from another movie - and I accidentally burned it alive . For this I was like the cast of another film, quite often naked. No one died. My dreams never die someone. At most of the time in which I look no more, in the aftermath of the sudden awakening if the story is spun in the next bent. Through my dream character has never been anyone to get dead. Chopped off heads go on. Shots fired not meet. The high case is absorbed gently. Fire does not burn.

I think people are considered in depth and shy. It's just the wake surface, the outermost rind of consciousness, at which whets the shallow life, sitting in the shower power of our wickedness.

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Berlin, Nuremberg, Berlin

by a hard-frozen Germany. In the south, initially frosty grass, and these are interspersed with Eisrauch gray white air; later only thick white mats. We get around a lot. From regional to local train track. In Nuremberg, says, as expected from our ICE. Secretly, I hope for a longer Stay in this city. I imagine a gorgeous hotel room, I imagine, draw to heroically the wallet to save reckless the situation - and a visit to the Nazi sites, the large field, the stairs, the pillars there incident where the radiator. The public transport breaks down somewhat romantic.

Another stroller replaces the ICE. This is not like the snow in the Alps, always a bit bold and dangerous, but sluggish, hopeless. He is so long until it soaks up the floor - and not let go until the German people - so goes an old quote - has again notified to the human race.

Swiss hate! It happens. No hatred, perhaps, but so much stupid basement that I now speak German propose a flat rate against those and grab the cheapest means. After six months I Switzerland has become an icon. I expected during the holidays to ever best the planet has to offer to return. Well, yes. Zurich visited. Klosters seen. Hurrah called. Champagne drinking. Been a bit disappointed. Or misplaced. Abroad, I am a patriot, a proletarian home.

winter nights are still longer even darker? So much darkness, I have never experienced. I think and feel this old man: Jach, the suits but at the moment! But when has it ever not fit? Was there ever a sunset or a volcanic eruption that was not in harmony with the universe?

I always say: "My philosophy is not practical. Before I did not answer a few questions of existence, I can not follow my thoughts. Because I do not know what I think. Everything is possible, everything that takes place in the head. But you live somewhere else. I want this place not live headless. But until I have a head, I'm probably already dead I'm just my indescribable feelings and instincts. "

The sentiment is a plaster on my major head wound. Often performed. Practiced. That is all.

For couples, it is now even more beautiful on the train. I am often driven alone. Begins you to order cheese plates, drinking bad white wine, and break his head over the toilet urgently or through the smell of good shoe barely able to hide from prying noses, but never on our own. After eight hours alone on the train I was getting a bit mad. That's not bad, but you need it every now and be comfortable. I know it yet, But I'm a wreck - a couple I'm a dinner jacket.

The last business meeting last year was my hand, a fit of laughter. The theater in which I'm involved now is a comedy, a bit tragic too, but effective! In the second act! It is the moment when the audience falls asleep, leaving the room dies!, Or is listed for a strong hand in the third act.

The stage freeze in the cold. Like a worm light, the train is in the country. "I do not think should belong, maintain that the properties of a train," he says. No really! He should fly! To the ears of the philistines with their headbands!

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01.02.2010, Friedrichshafen

After the end of the school and then the dream just to be rich and beautiful, after the termination of the study, after the time at which I am - just those that are glorified and more - based on the book and after the hope of all to write one more quickly, in my time at the newspaper now and I stick by accident, more than ever before - almost like a straight jacket - in a different section: Palomar5. I am one of seven, one who joined this later, perhaps only one of a single, in addition to six and a cloud of many, many who embody ideas that defy any fixed handles: Pa-lo-mar-five. And in this way I've never worked so hard. The penetration is almost complete, Palomar is everywhere, twenty-four hours - and up to sleep. my arms can not able to embrace the cause so that I can put doubt in the back fat and put on my heart: And yet the usual problem. What is this? It is full of people together , cooperation explored creativity is what provides the time poured, innovation draws the good harvests - and distributed to the environment . Not my language, not my passion, no interest in others, only the intention to inflate my ball with ether, and to push into eternity, are angry besides, envy rub hands with my fists I imagine hurtful blows to face all me, hate to make the air! As I can breathe, surrounded by the best? How to live, live in time and space? So I stagger through the days, as always, half-euphoric, not half.

"Each and every one of you is a super hero!", I hear.

These days no real mountain climb, time does not draw together tight. The neuverwobnen wear the colors of all the old threads, it's just more, more, more, neither better nor worse - it is true. The unfortunate man is always the goal, and the fortunate has always been a joker. One should just take what is there on the floor. Who has a choice, the better, no reason for anything! "You are emotionally lazy."

Maybe. Yes!

then sweeps past half a year, and it was put together to form a new person. And everything has become a part of it. One thinks one is always for one - and for himself. The holy I . But the soup is placed only once. After that, diluted and mixed.