5 new words Ha! After I had twice before long
have made, I play smooth again for this self-centered perfectly suited to play. This time, with excellent standards of
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Romania, Transylvania is accurate, in some ways my nemesis. About a year ago, I tried to tell a friend what I share so much with the land beyond the forests. My picture of România easily switches between divine muse and blood-sucking whore. This country is in a strange way so repulsive and fascinating at the same time, each square meter of land also breathes history .. Nowhere else is foreign makes so much friends, and nothing that I know of is so much junk yard and in a fairy world. Something draws me back constantly there, and I had the uncertain feeling that * * Converge there still a lot of strands of my life. I can not really difficult to express what it is that touches me so. Perhaps the pure chaos and clash of cultures .. "În România este posibile Oric," everything is possible, they say. Somehow it seems that, but until then I should improve my novel unique.
religion ... Oh god (haha). Do not get me started. Maybe I'll start with the fact that I mean by "religion" as a conceptual sphere of a "supernatural" nothing can really begin? And while I appreciate Eliade, the very distinction in "holy" and "profane" seems only to theology to have brought to perfection. On a personal level, I am therefore most likely because "religious", where it is an integral part of my work and my perception, and that sounds just for the profane, the "profane" is a negative concept of value is. I'm agnostic, but since that is not much, I have nothing against anyone who calls me "neopagan". "Neo-", because I'm not a traditionalist (and also, in my opinion is absurd or impossible) and "pagan" because of the fundamental point of view. The exact design is fluid, because I do not think but more than likely. "Security" is m. E. an illusion. So far I have no problem, the paper continues to be a Catholic, the cult practice is not so foreign to me, but the exclusivity and vehemence of the dogma scares me every time again. [...] Endless favorite subject, yes.
music of my work yourself too little, but I hear more than is actually healthy. Pretty much all phases (starting with the early childhood education on Psychedelic Technogewummer prepubertal, pubertal BlackundanderenMetal and simultaneous excessive wanking to dickdenkerischem Progressive Folk and elite electronics) seem, in recent years into a single verwurschtelt mycelium in my head to have, so I can rapidly change the mood takes from ass to bucket, regardless of the consequences. Not a few of my fellow human beings regard me as a musical enlightenment machine (the silent majority, meanwhile, probably in terror). Ah, would like to I push myself more musical, but unfortunately I'm an incredible Universaldilettant and in my technical and instrumental possibilities are very limited. Also, I constantly tell myself that other things in my life right priority. But maybe I could do with enough pent-up mental confusion
creativity make up for even .. one day ... * Devilish laughter *
Outside-be is damn important. I am not an extreme athlete and not a tramp (not yet), and maybe I do not do it often enough (at least Does it feel so), but when I spend days and nights * out *, then with joy in his heart, even if I just freeze off my ass. I miss
example, the last month has moved, and his refuge in the forest nearby. I was certainly on average once a week there, and over the years in many walks This created a kind of mystical map, which are always explored anew. I can not understand how people would rather watch TV instead of the trees in their street to look at or finally to explore the forest through which they go to work every morning. Somewhere I have
ever written, that you can blabber therefore infinitely more natural religious scrap, but that worship of nature (culture is not actually a part of it all?.) particularly hot one should: to deliver her. Again and again.
decadence ... hm, I've worked many years with success in the resolution pretty much all the good / evil categories in my head (cost / benefit analysis has also played no role, of course), there is also first time anything negative when compared to my fellow human beings. In the story is probably the best known of decadence, here based on the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon, and apart from the fact that it is already outdated fascinated me, certainly not by chance just to Late Antiquity. Viewed in shorter cycles, I think of autumn in the seasons has always been on the next, not necessarily because it because I always doing so well (and, usually but actually) but because he mostly just with me has to do. In all cycles, which are of end-time fanatics and dualists not recognized as such, I'm always happy to see the supposed end and middle of the disintegration of the fertile breeding ground for new experiences. The transformation is I am really fascinating apparent death. Someone was hammering the times with a mace in the skulls of our lobbyists ... And here we are, decadence is only a farce, if it holds for the delicate flower. I am sure that thoughts and desires are sometimes thought over, and if that results in excesses, also good as long as the Egonaut than themselves and voluntarily to harm. Unspoken desires are stones on the way of the will. Some are even rock, so high that one does not see how it goes after them on and whether the way nicht lohnt. Eigentlich arbeite ich ja eher mit dem umgekehrten Bild. Abgründe. Da kann ich schwer widerstehen. Aber ob nun tauchen oder klettern ist eigentlich egal, der Weg ist das Ziel.
Na, alle Klarheiten beseitigt?
