Vergessen
Trotz uns, und manchmal durch uns, kommen schöne Dinge vor / A pesar de nosotros, y a veces a nuestro través, llega a ser lo más hermoso / In spite of us, and sometimes through us, beautiful Things happen.
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Living Signs
wie die Erwartung eines Wortes auf irgendeinen Sinn / como una palabra que esperase encontrar un sentido / like a word that expects some sense
In the Bubble
„The question, O me! So sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here--that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse“ O Me!, O Life, Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Movements
La vida, la música, el tiempo, a veces el pensamiento / Das Leben, die Musik, die Zeit, manchmal das Denken / Life, music, time, sometimes thinking
Inside
"Jimmy looked at Robutt, who was squeking again, a very low, slow squeak, that seemed frightened. Jimmy held out his arms and Robutt was in them in one bound. Jimmy said, 'What will the difference be between Robutt and the dog?' 'It's hard to explain,' said Mr. Anderson, 'but it will be easy to see. The dog will really love you. Robutt is just adjusted to act as though it loves you.' 'But, Dad, we don't know what's inside the dog, or what his feelings are. Maybe it's just acting, too.'" A Boy's Best Friend, Isaac Asimov
Zeitliche Labyrinthe
"I tend to be always thinking of time, not of space. When I hear the words "time" and "space" used together, I feel as Nietzsche felt when he heard people talking about Goethe and Schiller — a kind of blasphemy. I think that the central riddle, the central problem of metaphysics — let us call it thinking — is time, not space. Space is one of the many things to be found inside of time — as you find, for example, color or shapes or sizes or feelings. But I think the real problem, the problem we have to grapple with, and of course the problem whose solution we'll never find, is the problem of time, of sucessive time, and, therein, the problem of personal identity, which is but part of the problem of time" Conversations, Jorge Luis Borges