Hier finden sich Journal-Einträge, die sich schlecht einer bestimmten Rubrik zuordnen lassen.
Was „Gute“ und was „Schlechte“ Vorsätze für das nächste Jahr sind, stellt sich immer erst hinterher heraus. Auch ob Vorsätze gehalten werden (können) oder nicht.
Von Zeit zu Zeit braucht jeder Mensch ein Stück Wüste.Sven Hedin (* 19.02.1865 † 26.11.1952)
Album des Monats November – Hoffnung – Lacrimosa (06.11.2015)
From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives.
The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity — in all this vastness — there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet.
Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.Carl Sagan (* 09.11.1934 † 20.12.1996), in: Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space (1994)
Album des Monats Mai – Stormcrow – Cain’s Offering (15.05.2015)
There’s red in my head but I don’t want it
The blues were swarming there in my soul
Shadows over me and
The only colour I can paint my soul
I want black and don’t fade away
I want it black forever
Inside of me, all I wanna see’s
The colours in my head
I’m in black the only way
And make it black forever
Go inside and go inside and
Never come back out again
Don’t colourize [me]
Cause I don’t want it
The ravens taken over my soul
The only thing I want is
The only way I wanna go
The reds were in my head,
the blues were in my soul
Swirl in my mind, never let go
Blind my eyes with a cold embrace
I’ll lay my veil all across my face
Everyone I used to know
Sees me strange, sees me bold
Everthing I used to hold
Will fade away my soul
No confessions and no regrets
I’ll paint the black all across my chest
Gimme darkness and gimme rest
Gimme blackness or gimme death