... for a special reason.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
No more
Nothing about what thrice has been made topic on this blog.
Not even links.
Only this: Seven years and nine months old I was when it happened.
50 years later I do vividly remember.
What would I remember had I been entertained by Teletubbies that very day, or had I been responsible for my dear little sweet Tamagotchi?
Instead, I was listening to the radio this very day, and next day I read what had happened the day before.
I hear thanks to many experts the educational system has been improved, since.
The peace of the night.
Not even links.
Only this: Seven years and nine months old I was when it happened.
50 years later I do vividly remember.
What would I remember had I been entertained by Teletubbies that very day, or had I been responsible for my dear little sweet Tamagotchi?
Instead, I was listening to the radio this very day, and next day I read what had happened the day before.
I hear thanks to many experts the educational system has been improved, since.
The peace of the night.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Laughing Lhursday
PS: Do I really need to repeat there is no typo in the title but that I'd just let a tiny T not spoil an avantgardistic alliteration?
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Butterfly's Dream
Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Zhuangzi. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuangzi. But he didn't know if he was Zhuangzi who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi. Between Zhuangzi and a butterfly there must be some distinction! This is called the Transformation of Things. (2, tr. Burton Watson 1968:49)
„Einst träumte Dschuang Dschou, dass er ein Schmetterling sei, ein flatternder Schmetterling, der sich wohl und glücklich fühlte und nichts wußte von Dschuang Dschou. Plötzlich wachte er auf: da war er wieder wirklich und wahrhaftig Dschuang Dschou. Nun weiß ich nicht, ob Dschuang Dschou geträumt hat, dass er ein Schmetterling sei, oder ob der Schmetterling geträumt hat, dass er Dschuang Dschou sei, obwohl doch zwischen Dschuang Dschou und dem Schmetterling sicher ein Unterschied ist. So ist es mit der Wandlung der Dinge."
"Schmetterlingstraum", published in Dschuang Dsï - Südliches Blütenland, Eugen Diederichs Verlag, p. 52
Zhuangzi / Zhuang Zhou
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Saturday, August 06, 2011
Peaceful rage
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