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?
My philosophy
wanders like the animal chooses
like birth itself
does not shape you
neither is a philosophy not shaped
by its birth
our philosophy
is not the measure of man
The angel and devil
are not distant cousins
but brother and sister
they can live apart
but come from one
this is perhaps
the new message
Why not rather untruth?
Is the search for truth
not a deep look in the mirror
where your-self
submits you
Looking over my kingdom
I wait for the unknown
that I already know
On the one hand
I like all the treasures you can find
In a pile of cables and electronic parts
On the other hand
I like detangling a wired mess
and sort things out
There are goodbyes
and there are goodbyes
this was the last one
between you and me
though we never said goodbye
The river
the landscape
a quiet evening
calm water
the sun set
the night slowly
I used a filter
to color the sky
atleast
that is what I say myself
It is endlessly fascinating
to see water fall
reflect light
sliding down the metal
of this statue
depicting part of
my life
