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Screaming a monotone symphony

Secure times implicitly engender moments of solitudes as well as shelters of comfort. Nowadays, a number of people are looking for these harbourages at apparantly contradictory places, where they find themselves surrounded by masses of unnamed people, other search them at work. Most of them will be left unsatisfied, restless and even more traumatized that they were before. I think that you have to look for those resorts at places that exist for many centuries, where many men before have found their salvation. Buildings like old churches or castles, if you manage to not find yourself in the midst of pilgrims or tourist (which are related to a high degree). Anyhow, in my opinion, it is crucial that everyone of us is able to find such a place to live in peace and harmony.

The lurking portal of an old truth

Stepping through a door can be a bigger move than you think. Clearly we do it repeatedly without taking further notice, but is a door really not much more than a simple connection between two rooms? It is some sort of a transition, between past and future and can tell us more about the present. We never step twice through the same door and this is in fact more comforting than you would imagine. Because it means progression, it stands as a wise sign for the will to grow. It is a guidance through the rigid plane that is life. Just as easy that it can protect us from making mistakes, it can be burned down by bearer of its secret. You can also think of them as bridging danger and shelter. Anyway you do, show a little respect.

The interwoven net of time and light

They say light bends with the ominous time-space continuum, influenced by a large mass. This may or may not be true and no matter how important this physial law is in everyday-life, if myself find that there can be an astonishing correlation between light, time and space. Certainly not in that somewhat classical way but rather in a mystical, cosmological way. And I know, I know I hate this expression just as much as the next best guy and I don't want anybody reading any astrological signs in here, that's the least I can say, but this fact may simply be too heavy to back by a single lyrical person. It may also be due to the fact that most of the photographers around are fascinated by light and what it can do to a place or mood. But when you were just for once in your life stunned by what role a single ray of photons (or wave if you prefer...) can play, what it can tell you about this singular moment in time and space, maybe then you will understand the everlasting fascination that mankind (and not just quantum physicists) has and will allways have towards light.

If we are what we're not, will we be what we won't?

Lousy theme for a presumable sunny spring day, but what has been unleashed has to be taken care of. Facing the final countdown, we realize that this is only the beginning of an increasing complexity. Would we be able to deal with the truth? Maybe some, certainly not the masses. But what is it that I really want to point out here? I think it's the fact of knowing that no matter what, everything is going to be just fine. That of course sound even cheesier to somebody not having that much of luck in living their life. Maybe it is, maybe it's not. No matter what I find it quite amusing of swimming perpendicular to the stream of life, taking a rest, watching the others pass, taking a deep breath and then again continuing the pointless battle.

Secret Pool

Some of us are inseccantly looking for their very own secret place, their sanctuary. In our part of the world this is most likely a perpetual struggle, as once found this place in the darkest wood, you'll find yourself amidst piles of garbage generations before you left rotting in nature. This place cannot satisfy your need for a long time, so you go on and keep on looking.
Consequentially, after years of hunting, you'll find (hopefully) that this place anyhow only exists in your head. Finally, it's what you make of it, you have the strenght to heal your own soul. I^ll find my church among the trees an birds, so let's just try not to waste them too soon.