I once was alive - now I'm a dead leaf on the shiny path to paradise
By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.
going home into the global village
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Dreams are water - language is a net
Dreams are water.
Pictures are water.
Language is a net.
Science is a net.
By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.
You can carry a container containing water in a net - but never water.
Who wants to carry water anyway?
You want to drink it.
You want to feel it.
You want to dive into it.
That's the problem of talking about pictures.
That's the problem of the science of dreams.
That's what I wanted to say
before diving again
out of the air of language
into the water.
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Our daily live depends on ground control
In our daily lives we are as dependent on infrastructure as an astronaut on the moon depends on ground control.
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Water, food, banking, waste disposal.
And all this depends on:
money.
So if money should cease to function: uncomfortable thought.
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@Winsorandnewt As a child I had a book about a guy living in a house on a bridge
... there were pictures of cars and horses passing through his living room while he was smiling out of his kitchen window, fishing in the river under his house.
I liked that picture, looked at it again and again and my grandfather had to read the corresponding story again and again, me sitting on his lap, in safety - foundations of my life.
That inside/ outside thing I found again in Shell's post. To be at home in the outside. To have water to fish - but be in the dry kitchen.
And Alison's picture with the noble savages in front of her kitchen window: that goes into the same direction.
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Tenderness is what we're looking for
By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.
Tenderness -
that's what we need.What we're looking for is
tenderness.That's what it is.
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On my way to school I wanted to cross the railway tracks to go to the big white houses.
On my way to school I wanted to cross the railway tracks to go to the big white houses.
I could not get over because there was a never ending freight train.
Wagon after wagon after wagon.
But they were carrying no freight, no containers - they were empty.
There was that big rock star who jumped on the empty wagon and jumped off again on the other side of the big white houses.
I thought "Oh, so it's not about getting on the right train. The train is just the barrier. It's about crossing the train to get to the other side. The train won't get me anywhere."
And if I waited for the train to pass? Each train must end.
But it was going on and on and on.
Wagon after wagon after wagon.
But I had time. I was just a little boy on his way to elementary school
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To mirror yourself in the frame of a different culture is a big opportunity
By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.
By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.
Sometimes it's good to see things from a different point of view.
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We will be back! Pictures for a dark November day
These are extraordinary dark November days. No sun and very dim light the whole day for days on end. It really gets onb my mood.
Hmm - was I wrong to say that November is my favorite month? Could it be that I actually change?
Her are pictures that put me into a better mood today:
By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.
By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.
By Sabine. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.
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