„Do you really know what heaven, bliss is like?“, I asked you suddenly, and it must have been a frightening question, because at the same moment your book fell from your hand. „Of course not. Nobody knows, because even if there is this sky, no one can give information about how it looks there, because …
It starts very small. It always starts small. Just a spark at the edge of the forest. Pride and sublime, the trees rise to heaven. Decades of growth gave them this enormous height. They do not move, they are just there. And then it comes, this little spark, nestles between withered grasses and leaves, unconcerned …
I wake up, because I have no other choice, into a givenness. Freedom is not limited by the given condition, but only by the necessity of a given. Of some kind. I cannot change the necessity of the givenness, but the givenness in which I awake. After all. But I also use it all too …
It took me a long time, but I decided. It took me a long time, really much too long, and now I want to change it, because I’m tired of having to be fed up in a drawer, for something I can do nothing for, something that is a whim of nature. So I cut …
You have never seen me otherwise than in immediacy. Never have you perceived me differently as in the direct opposite. Was there any division between us? Was there ever something that could have seriously blocked the way to each other? Was there ever someone who had the strength to force us to look away from …
„Today I found a feather from you,“ you said. „I dropped it, somewhere up there, for you, dropped it because I knew it would find you,“ I replied. „And it landed on my shoulder, and I carried it with me. Do you see the imprint? A brandy. It has burnt into my fur, not through …
And then everything was different. From one moment to the next, there seemed to be nothing left as it was. Or not? The moon was full and bright in the sky, and yet it was different for me. The night air was lukewarm and warm, and yet it was different for me. Even I myself …
