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Life is too short for boring stories

Experiences are inevitable. Encounters change you, and this change is irreversible. If I want the encounter, then I have to want it completely, fully engage with it and completely lose myself in it. If I cut back on this wholeness, the encounter doesn’t happen either. It’s like jumping with open eyes into a black mountain …

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The glitter continues, the glitter of the blue flower. It takes me to a bank. I take out two figures who obviously can’t sit still. Again, and again they hop up, behind the bench, under the bench, pause briefly in order to walk around the bench again to discover something new. I pause for a …

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I leave the bench behind me and follow the glittering blue that leads me to the bench on which you are sitting. My feelings are mixed. You seem absent, don’t pay any attention to me. I feel the desire to bring you here, to me, this desire automatically awakens, but at the last moment I …

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It is always up to me whether I choose fulfillment and thus the dying of longing, or whether I leave longing unredeemed and escape fulfillment. I follow the glitter of the blue flower and meet you on the next bench. You hold out your hand to me. Mine approaches yours and your offer spontaneously. But …

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The beauty of the moment is its blossoming.The tragedy of the moment is its death.Life takes place between blossoming and dying.Nothing will bring it back.Nothing will stop it.But I always have a choice. Every time again. In the rose garden the glitter of the blue flower appears, which shows me the way. When I wake …

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If you think that there is nothing left that can surprise you. If you think that you know everything and have seen everything. If you think you have explored and tried every path. If you mean that life is moving forward as it is used to. If you lean back and think, now it’s good …

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I would like to meet you, yes, but not in the hustle and bustle of the day, where you switch back and forth with your thoughts, where you cannot stay because actionism has got you in the claws and you cannot get by, if only a few minutes physically, but not mentally. You think of …

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“And what can be better about being born in a certain country? You can’t help it?” Interjected Raphael. “Completely correct”, Lilith agreed with him, “But it was also the case that back then there were a lot of poor countries and a few rich ones. Austria, for example, was one of the richest countries in …

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“Yes, I think so too, but that was the way it was back then. And that’s why you kept doing more and more things and throwing them away until there was no more space to throw them away and the earth was just about to break. That’s what I meant by the train heading towards …

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Lost in thought, Lilith looked at the starry sky, her head nestled in Adam’s lap, who was leaning against the trunk of a tall birch tree on which a chicken had taken its night quarters. Until recently, everyone from the house association was sitting together, everyone who wanted to and mostly all wanted to sit …

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