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I would like to offer my time to write this book for the wellbeing of the person you are
today!, to give you some hope, understanding and love, and most of all patience..
Now that i am past forty i wished i had more patience when i was young, with women,
whisky and brushing my teeth. With not so being mad at the road ahead and being
more content on the place i am. With other people and their often ¨odd¨ behaviors.
When you see a youngborn child, you see wonder and wisdom and patience..
The child is innocent, it doesn´t (yet) know of right or wrong*, it doesn´t have
any official schooling or education beyond what it has been given bij parents and friends.
Teenage years are years of discovery and awakening, the body fully matures and
the brain starts to develop (it is kinda sad teens are brainwashed én masse*
by some teachers, tv-radio and the government, who are in their way also indoctrinated
in the past, while now there has been an idea the brain still develops untill the age of 40,
but merely many are mad beyond space and time before that and half a zombies living
their lives...
^this ¨book¨ is a bit a reflection on George Orwells 1984, a somekind of grim prediction
of the future; past and present. i never red it fully; a farewell to arms.
It is kinda sad these days that in alot of countries children are forced to go to school,
and not being able to be teached by their parents anymore.
The wisdom, failures and patience (you hope the parents had when forming the child)
is partly lost for the child forever.
Instead other people take over at a young age, mostly people who have in the back of
the mind that they will have to do this job to make such a futile thing as money instead
of following their gut feeling that there is something else more important to do.
As such many, millions of people work for their car and have a car to go to work..
Without a car (or other means of non physical transportation) they wouldn´t be able
to have the willpower nor energy to get out of bed in the morning:
They just sit all day watching screens pushing buttons, gazing one eye on the clock
hoping they can make it to their food in front of the tv, on a couch made in India
or Pakistan watching the latest ¨news¨, on their tv made by the communist party
of China with their socks woven by the woll of new-zealand sheep, as mere sheeps
or half-dead wulfs ?
- as Orwell discribed a screen who feeds people propaganda and on the other side
a camera to watch their movements.. -
Are we men or mice,.
Humankind has experimented so much on animals the holocaust seems like a walk
in the park; though a walk in the park for some can be quite troublesome..,
there cannot really be peace before there is justice and we have to
learn that almost every living being serves a purpose on it´s own on this planet,
and we cannot keep on digging deeper in the dirt to collect more gold to cover the red
we covered our houses in from the blood of slave labour, racism, inequality, blind faith
in political lies and the lust for an artificial rush like a cigarette, a sniff of cocaine
or a bad xtc-pill. Is this really the way we want to spent the rest of our lives,
locked in cages with artificial lamps, eating gmo-food pretending to be happy because
we have a dime on the bank and nothing worth in our coat ? Someone to love,
to understand, a job wich brings purpose and progress in our lives: for the people
and nature around us. The sole being of a human heart cannot be measured by it´s
weight in gold but only by the tears in wich we have flooded our lives with, in joy and pain.
fearing a ¨god¨ hoping to die in peace, living in war everyday not only with our neighbours
and surroundings but with our own inner feelings. A feelin´ there has got to be more
in live then just waisting most days away, working for the man far-far beyond,
on some holy quest for immortality and salvation of pain ?
Well-as islam and as the bible state that men (and women alike) should do dealings
in a good an honnest way for that will bring them prosperity, peace, joy and long life.
There are probably as many religions as there are children of the sun on earth
and as many doubts as there are daughters of the moon. Lord knows if a
¨galaxy¨ really exsists, that a black hole the end and maybe the beginning is..,
and if a lie is just there to cover bad people from learning the truth ?
As it is written on an old church in the town of Dordrecht ¨het is volbracht¨
- es ist passiert, c´est la vie -
When i was 20 i left my home up north, close to the Wadden Sea.
I was born there in a small village called Usquert, to a `french father who was
from Maghreb ¨land where the sun goes down¨: an area in North-Africa and a
`west-german mother who mett eachother in ~Yīsrāʾēl & pālēśtīnā /(Filistīn),
in the kibbutz*.
* a community with a number of cooperative systems in its intentions
(guaranteed minimal income within the community, partnership in the ownership
of the production means, partnership in the ownership of the lands, etc.).
. A bit like a white Russian kolchoz these days
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poka poka, frieden..
