C H R I S T M A S T I M E
I hope you all have a pleasurable Christmas feast today!
No stress, no fights, no bad feelings...
A wonderful time with your families at home and with loooooooooooots of presents!
When I Paulo Coelho's debut "The Alchemist" was reading, turned to me again and again, especially the one question, saying: "Am I still on track" To answer it, I had me some interrelated and mutually dependent preliminary questions set, namely: What is the right way? Whether something is right or wrong, is a question of logic and therefore offers no difficulties. One way is the connection between a beginning and an end point, no matter what modality (possibility, actuality, necessity) it has. The death destroyed even our most actualized Goal, I mean, given the vast eternity of death dissolves our timed to limited life in obscurity. We always fight a losing battle and our achievements are ultimately only Pyrrhic victories. Maybe that's why some clever Meier on the way out of thought have fallen to explain life to the path and the path to the goal. In general, the death has always been a field day of the founders of religions. The medical prolongation of life of our secular age, attempts to take the other hand, looks ridiculous when they may be more successful than in all previous People ages. If a path is the connection between a beginning and an end point, then these two points are to take a closer look, if it is not easy as some other clever Meier have done that, wants to explain to perpetual middle. Heading to these supposed points my text, "Live your dream!" Has emerged.
comment of kristall_klar:
I have moved me!
Recently a friend told me this story:
"In my childhood was a figure Snuffalapagous in a children's television program. Snuffalapagous had a friend, Big Bird, whom he often met by chance on the street. Big Bird wanted to introduce Snuffalapagous like his other friends, but every time he tried, something came (delays, illness, etc.) between them and the plans failed. It happened so many times that the other friends did not believe Big Bird and thought that probably was only a fantasy Snuffalapagous friend. Snuffalapagous not really existed for them as long as they could not meet him "
and adds them:
." At the moment I do not exist in the circles in which you verkehrst. No one knows me and maybe you have nothing to anyone about me. (I say this without bias (dispassionately). It may be so and this is quite ok) If you like my letters to the LiveJournal pretend to be, then I will suddenly have a public Orbit in your universe. I do not know if I am ready and would rather not Snuffalapagous. I like my relative anonymity. I am always afraid to expose my thoughts. I know that I can be to endure for some other difficulty. . I'll think it superior to "
This weekend I have retired completely and not leave the house - just like one of my friends, The confessed to me that they are, if you threaten to grow the work of the head at the weekend favorite with a good book in bed "crawl". Here me the story of the old Indian is sunken, the hitchhiked across America and after a while asked his driver to stop and let him just rest. This is perhaps the most past history in my mind, it was a school reading and I must have read with less than 10 years. I am very sad that I no longer have the reader, although I am convinced that disappoint me reading the story today would - you know this after a while the man was driving, of course, go on again, but his passenger, the Indian who had now got out and sat down next to the car at the roadside on a stone made, no signs of wanting to continue the journey. The driver then got out, walked up to the old Indian, and asked him, he half asked him if he did not want to enter again and continue. Then answers: "Sure, but I have to wait until my body until my soul has once again caught up."
comment a girlfriend with a poem from Bertolt Brecht's "Buckower Elegies:
I sit by the roadside
The driver changes the wheel
I do not like where I come from.
I'm not happy where I go.
Why do I see the wheel change
With impatience?
Tue, 12/14/2010
love (r) shuei,
your answer with your "Sunday stroll" ( http://shuei.livejournal.com/ # post-shuei 5911 ) on my "Live your dream!" ( http://bunte-steinchen.livejournal.com/2010/11/25/ ) I am very much and encourages me in mind - as you'll see.
In response, one could perhaps describe your actions in a handbook of correspondence because you made me via e-mail alert on your text in LiveJournal. To hadelt an answer in the logical sense, it is definitely not, I have found, however, not in this sense a question.
artists and uneducated behave in this way - artists, they take the fundamental difference between our thoughts and the fundamental inability or remoteness intellectual conformity or identity between human individuals know and uneducated because they are more complex cultural forms never been in contact and thus the handling of certain cultural tools at all or were able to learn only partially. Since you
the Russian original ( http://shuei.livejournal.com/ # post-5801-shuei ) have published before I published my text, you can not say that your my inspiration have. The reverse can not say it because your German translation until 2 weeks after I was released. My text you have just motivated me to draw attention to your letter - were they are both completely independent of each other.
correspond to what extent our two texts together, which is an association or a correlation between them, I must always ultimately up to you and their respective readers. As far as the question for myself, I recognize the content and thematic links between our two texts as clearly, where it is important that the risk of his own life to stop and back-reflection on life as our higher Next good leads. - At least, I think my interpretation of your text, so it is focused in my little, directed the gaze of the reader to something and concentrated to find there only briefly and casually mention, that my death experience. I read your text, thanks to my new and different, so there is a shift in emphasis and reading experiences new sensations and impulses.
seem to disperse our experience in terms of the result: While my accident with me at that time led to a shift from a way of life and a gradual and long-term care to another, you treat with your back pain, up to about two months ago for about three weeks handcuffed to the bed, relapse. During that time my experience is a long one, with a unique and vital breath and was replaced by something heroic, is your a recurring daily, which everyone knows only too well, giving us only the discomfort of our ultimate always puny, indeed impotent fidgeting, winds and rolling is to feel once again clear. - Imre Kertész in his development, "Fateless" (1975) imparts the literature to some extent a theory of practice on how people deprived of their ability to make decisions are (both self-inflicted and other-directed). In my opinion, by far the best book of a so-called Holocaust survivors, because Kertész manages to bring its report to the literature up there, where not only fueled hatred and pity, but to get there, where thought again mö is possible. Also Paulo Coelho's linguistic and literary and philosophical-religious bona fide fades, so silly fairy tale "The Alchemist", has added to my text the event can, in the face of "Fateless" pack .
the essential difference between your and my experience I know that the threat of death (as I interpret my text to a new major consideration, under a new light after I read your) back then made a deep impression on me must I could not possibly continue to live as until then, while you all your recently made serious back problems apparently - as it looks now - in the end not in the least, no more than a cold or the flu , has appalled, impressed, leaves its mark in more than thought the lead up to the time just now and then a bit to think about. My concern and their lack in your case, the main difference between your and my experience and therefore can compare the two in fact not. - The best book on the subject for me is still that of William James. In "The Varieties of Religious Experience", he distinguishes the "born again" by the "twice born". Accordingly, you belong to the first and I to the second group of people - at least in the experiences discussed above.
employs Apart from agreement and difference tell me what you say about those who do not give up their health night, she did connect with feet and still not get sick in connection with your sudden conceptual leap in speculation about a divine punishment. You are holding it at the beginning still possible that your back pain represent a kind of penalty for crimes committed in any divine okay, so you recant this assumption at the end of this a case expressly - But not only this, if one follows the tenor of your text. The same movement of thought and feeling put over your friend who - like you suggerierst - something fiercely, even fanatical marathon running on the day. Both in one and in another case you refuse - it seems to me - to want to accept a higher meaning in life, there were dealing with a religious-moral or even a moral as Marathon running your girlfriend. You seem to assume that health is something purely practical (as it would be achieved just by adding some sports, eat a right, to sleep enough not to work too much and to give up booze and cigarettes) and is of far greater reality than the belief in God and his just order and the individual desire to flow, perhaps the most common form of culture zeitegnössischen the former ecstasy. - I think this is simply a mistake. Health is also an ideal of how God and all his past, present, and future derivatives. Since God is dead, the health of our people is perhaps even become really important. The health of their own sake, but I personally consider to be meaningless, Only when we create from our health (and illness) out beyond them something, gives our lives meaning. This is not my idea, which is a basic idea of Nietzsche. And as for the diseases that cost us our lives, so we are the most wenisten known, especially the physicians and health ministers. And I always say that I fear to die used to be on something I do not expect, and not vice versa - and I have examples.
I salute you!