Heb je een citaat dat je naleeft of waar je vaak bij stilstaat?
vita lacuna
for me, a meaningful life is only complete with a daily stimulation of the mind in the form of reading the thoughts, views, opinions, statements, and so on of other people, according to my credo:
sanis libris, vita lacuna
to survive
for not appreciated
who I am
have to
gender run
when buying my food in a store
I rarely think about its origin
after all,
the shelves are full here in this privileged part of the world
time for me to investigate
whether Mother Earth
can naturally supply all the food
that we as world population need
it is no longer so self-evident with almost 8 billion people on earth
I would like to draw attention here
to an Italian initiative,
just one of the many initiatives I came across on the internet,
an eye-opener for me
there is something to tell me to do:
I will choose much more consciously from the food on offer
from now on I will avoid supermarkets
and find my way among small-scale producers
who consciously deal with the
fertile soil
I owe it to myself, my family, my fellow citizens, but above all to the people who will come after me
the myth goes
that a kiss from a loved one under a tree with mistletoes
will bring love and happiness
we have used all the trees,
so
let it come,
love and happiness from the
mistletoe
fly around my ears every day
all equally attractively decorated
It’s not just my smartphone that receives them
my entire body is stimulated by these incentives
is it the e-waves that affect me the most
or
is it the response of my cognitive mind
interesting
bits and bytes
bypassed by artificial intelligence
an incessant confrontation
walking past the shop windows
what will be my image
when passing a beauty salon,
a plastic surgeon
or
an AI laboratory or workshop?
will it still be me?
mirrored
identity
wandering creatures in space
beyond the realms of philosophical dignities owned by lords
fluttering behind temporary idols
even
predecessors fighting each other
with men made their swords
themselves lordly crowned
even
the super-rich eagerly looking for more
enough is only the beginning of unbridled desire
working man reduced to a slave to be manipulated
it becomes dark
pitch black
lighthouses extinguished in the battles
lost
beacons of life
we do
we like
we are
we love to
parade
want to express their solidarity,
their devotion,
their humanity,
their compassion,
their penance
their vulnerability,
their dependence,
their nothingness,
their submissiveness
obedience plays
with
us humans
such a tranquil image
it has something galactic
moving gracefully through the Milky Way
an almost serene figure
completely peaceful
how would she view human actions below
could we be proud of what she sees from us
that she gives us a wink
so impressively
quiet
.
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