You entered, walking straight towards Him, stopping right in front of Him, embracing the alabaster vessel, upright and strong. His blue eyes were on you, His eyes embraced you in all their fullness. No, you’ve never met a man like that, you’d never meet such a man again, and yet, as much as you wished …
You walked straight, looking up and open, and not lowered humbly, as you probably expected, upright as you crossed the square, toward the house where He was with His disciples. At the open door you stopped, because where He was, there was nothing closed, nothing that could be removed from His view. He sat in …
Your hands trembled as you took the alabaster vessel that was filled to the brim with that wonderfully fragrant oil as you held it and made your way to it. Your heart beat violently as you stepped out of the house, and your open hair glistened in the sun, your long, jet-black hair. You had …
No sooner does the call to tell a human of himself, no matter whether it comes from another person or from himself, begins the distortion of history. This has nothing to do with deliberate lies, but on the one hand with the desire to always be yourself as good as possible. and on the other …
The human comes to the world by without voice, but by no means without communication. He expresses his sensitivities, wishes and needs in a different way, in his facial expressions, gestures and in sounds, which are probably already an indication of the coming possibilities to express oneself through language, but only as a forerunner. And …
The human as a human, is in himself and for himself, as species and as type, as breathing and nurturing, as looking and speaking, as hearing and grave, as consuming and working, completely meaningless and useless. Ultimately, however much man tries to deny it, there is a residual discomfort about this obviousness. This can be …
At a time like this, the full-fledged fascism that we have cherished and nurtured over the years, and whose fruits we can now enjoy, the ever-expanding state of surveillance and discipline, pretending that it has never given the ’68 movement, in which one again dutifully says thank you and please to the inspector, if one …
