Sixtythousand Times

time is of the essence but not a credit. it’s just here for you and me. and the big ones and the tiny ones, until we all get a different part in this übermächtigen uhrwerk being, where most parts are already designed by nature. and if it ain’t by nature, there will always be apple(s) & some madmen inventing something NEU!

Until then we just keep living. and flying. and then you start to embrace yourself for a save landing on your own feet or any other kind of craftsman-ship, that helped you vibrating through space and time before every thing becomes six feet above your head more or less.

It’s the easy things that are the most difficult ones before you’re able to bring the last Zahnrad for the long now into being. like communicating. it is not like making honey out of love and desire. no. no no. I’m talking about words for pro-nounciation and co-gnition. let’s call  them mr. linguistic & dr. strange love. or any other weird thing that arises inside yourself when your mind is drifting.

the only funny thing is when so-called pro-fessionals and re-searchers appear and tell us that we either know or we don’t know, sein oder nicht-sein. mean-while any other non-human thing does it way more beautiful and much less pretentious than we do. take the bees: it’s more than honey(!!!), more than any human desire to overcome life: it’s about making love. and life. excuse my language but it is what it is. and so we can learn from bees (we all know that..) and keep it real or look fly – at l(e)ast.