
I wanted to know the volume
of your thoughts
so I measured it all up
and calculated it
but then I talked to an acquaintance
of you
and learned that you are never
more than half full

I wanted to know the volume
of your thoughts
so I measured it all up
and calculated it
but then I talked to an acquaintance
of you
and learned that you are never
more than half full

It is fascinating to see change
happen
not in real time
but drawn out

I overlaid myself
on an old technical drawing
of myself
just to see

If you drift aimlessly on the wide open sea
a storm rocking your world around
sitting indoors and not be aware
eyes closed you living inside
the movements gone
a silence for now
but do you dare
to open your eyes
and go up there where rain
cold and wind might wake you up
showing you the world you expected
or one that you for long have forgotten

I want to warn you
that at any time
I can grab your feet
and pull you down
I hope this will make
the landing
of your face
on the floor
less painfu…
less surprising
maybe even
welcoming

my memory has gotten worse
over the years
I remember that
it was better years ago

I think in 3D
In a 2D world
My main job
is conversion

I have to say goodbye to someone
who does not know
and that is the problem
we will work together
a few more months
I will praise
condemn
a normal day
I will live in limbo
and he in bliss
honesty can never win

Kant says 2 + 3 = 5
In a hundred pages of
German nonsense
It is what we need
but not a how
a duplication

Where is reality
a search for ground
while lying in bed
you can look between the stars
or for nothing
between the atoms
nowadays they escape
roming used markets
repainting
what is old

The nature of stoicism
is imagined
nature is indifferent
living is the opposite
of indifference

Plato sat in his cage
accused of performing
for the shadows
by a jealous onlooker
a failed teacher of freedom

Great philosophies
start at birth
and your family
they drive
toward their own goal
not truth
only your cousin
the scientists
may still be interested in
truth

The road of a philosopher to their truth
feels to them like the first
carefully orchestrated
steps
on a new beach
looking back
they see clearly their path
…
let everybody
make their reasonable first steps
in the sand

What is true
is not necessarily life
what is moral
is not necessarily true
what is life
a fiction?