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…

2014

Looks like looking back. What a cool title: 2014. What can I say?
I haven't met the Bauernbergpark Man this year. Then I met St Peter at St Pieter's station. That was much better. Furthermore, there are no Goschpoidls around.
I am a married man now. That is the most important thing that ever happened to me. It educates me in being more than the sum of the parts: Emergence.
Now I look back on 2014. It is not over. The species of stupidity and genius has to blow up some millions of fireworks before it is allowed to leave.
I will hide in my cellar until the spectacle is over.
There is still war, death, famine and pestilence in this world and will be in 2015.
I am in my comfort zone, unwilling to learn any more, willing to sit in the sun and live off the fat of the land.
But that is not true. The good intentions that pave the highway to hell are with me, too. Only, to make the world my comfort zone, leave fear behind, embrace love and lose 5kg is enough work for the next decade.
So I am waiting for my tea to come to me. No, listen. My wife (the beloved one) will bring it to me in five minutes. What can I ask for myself? Nothing.
What can I ask for the world? Some more people that can sit there and be satisfied. Sit and be satisfied:
Finally Zen again. What can we hope for? (I haven't read Kant but I know people who have done that)
Good news.
I have seen a snowflake today. Something special in times of climate change. Sometimes it looks as if we are about to lose, to stumble doing our dance at the edge of the volcano. Sometimes it looks as if there would be enough cherry blossoms to make us feel comfortable.
Everything is so diverse and so meaningful that we lack the language to describe it. We pick everything apart, theorize, flee into the abstract. But what is the fact? I still haven't got my tea and I am still not unhappy. I say:"When do I get my tea?" The answer is :"I said in five minutes". That was about five minutes ago. Here we are: Eternity.
A tea-less eternity. I am a bit sad but still satisfied. I have walked heaven and hell this year. I am still here and I can enjoy my life as it is: A roller coaster ride, a ride without much tea, but with love, friends, meaning and without a toothache that left me two days ago (without taking the tooth with it).
Enough 2014.
Encore 2014?
See you in 2015, my Facebook friends and lovers.