Ripple

…in still water…
Uh oh. You caught me listening to the "Dead" and it is still 2014.
Another 5 h 2 min to midnight. What makes these hours so special? Lots of people making noise and polluting the air - and numbers. Sheer numbers.
These are arbitrary numbers of an arbitrary concept called time. Although I must admit that we experience the world as if there was time, I think that…wait a moment.
I don't want to explain the results of years of research on the concept of time in my blog. No. This will be reserved for Nature, Science and of course the Time magazine.
I just wonder about the difference between a fighter in Syria, who sits in his trench (or whatever they have there) and hopes for not too many explosions in his close proximity in the next few hours and a drunk teenager in a Vienna suburb who is drooling with excitement to fire his illegally imported fireworks from just across the border. Is this sanity?
No it is just the planet Earth.
4 h 52 min. Yes I am a slow writer, as you already know. The Grateful Dead still sing into my ears.
It is not very typical for me to be political in this blog.
So sorry for that.
Let's follow the road to nowhere, go down the highway to hell and up the stairway to heaven.
Be it 2014, 15, 16, 17, 18, 1 2 3 4 5 … ah I'm getting into the Zen spirit again.
"Truckin'" ahhh. That's music.
4 h 48 min.
I won't tell you what I'll do the rest of the year.
That's private.
However, before I forget: To all you Bauernbergpark Men, Goschpoidls and ordinary people out there.
Please try hard to have a really good 2015.
Be wise and do every step carefully, and before you slip, have a good laugh.
Prosit…