It goes down to the filigree of what is supposed to germinate at the other end, forces that belong to the beginning of creation and elude the moment, because it is the spirit that takes off, rushes by, grasps, forms and further models, work that out the shaping creates the shape that gives the image.
It stretches and bends, despite the weight of the ground, because what takes off is the spirit that pulls the germ out of the ground, because the ground only belongs to the beginning in the brevity of the handover. There it is the three-phase gift from spirit to the ground and back to spirit, when the dead comes to life in the creation well of the forces.
It sprouts and grows, hangs on lung leaves and sets up flowers, yes it lifts and widens the narrowness to the level of young hope and expands the dewy and scented spring meadow to anticipation. The thought begins to run the new route and to whirl where there is freedom, where friends shake hands and love hugs.
Under the railing, flowers entwine, which greet in the splendor of the shapes and colors in the adult and the grace, which gives the eye the magic. A word that would like to form leans spontaneously on the singing voice, because there is great joy in being there when life is reborn in the world sound of harmony, where time finds itself anew in eternity.
Flower heads sway in the wind, they bend respect towards what they touch with attention and devotion in contemplation and silence, because wherever nature as mother asks the looking eye for devotion, modesty should immediately in the course of simultaneity because otherwise the timeless gift of greatness cannot be recommended.
Whether in this contemplation the intellect in the permanence of its restlessness understands this is a question that is as old as humanity and has remained open, although there is no lack of insight and diligence. The path demands his respect, which is not to be trodden on, but in thorough reflection on what life is and should be in thought.
In understanding it should become joy that is to be received quite naturally, no one should take unduly important if he wants to take it with the truth and keep it in all simplicity, because the understanding already demands that great is not the one considers himself to be great, but, conversely, is the ladder that goes up for those who feel small at the sight of that greatness.
It is also the case that the thoughts sometimes stumble and stop flowing when something of importance is missing, because obstacles block mentally what went and should go smoothly over long distances carried by the river. There are forces that, as counter-forces, cancel the course of development with power and bring what has been built to collapse and thus harm humanity.
The happiness of life, it is man's longing for the peoples' torments, because things of power have abused and desecrated defenseless people, so that exhaustion sinks and grooves over vastness into terrible depths. As far as humanity is concerned, it is important to gather and bundle the last of your strengths once more in order not to lose sight of the goal with all the wounds.
Logical thinking is the pattern of complete fiction.
(Friedrich Nietzsche 1844-1900) Quotes: Man can lie as much as he wants with his mouth - he always tells the truth with the face he makes. Envy and jealousy are the shame parts of the human soul. We feel so comfortable in nature because it has no judgment about us. A clenched fist belongs to the stupid forehead as an argument by right. But the state lies in all tongues of good and evil; and whatever he says, he lies - and whatever he has, he stole it. Oh, you too, you great souls, he whispers his dark lies! Everything that matters is created anyway.
To the truth: The male hero wants to “recognize” Diana in the literal sense, to get a solid idea of her femininity. What happens to Aktaion is the “laughter of the Thracian woman”, a maid who wanted to pour out laughing when the scholar Thales of Miletus strutted in front of her, pensive, looking at the stars - and falling into a well.
The contradicting assumption remains that humans are able to think logically, to put thoughts into a logical order and to put them into practice. The fiction of thought is based on words such as concerns, speculation, hunch, fear, insinuation, suspicion, conjecture and thesis, among others.
What if the logic shatters and the thought result is unsightly, ugly and trodden down somewhere where it doesn't belong and no one can do anything with it? Thinking has many forms of correctness, to which the word ‘logical’ is added, contrary to thought, if it is wrong, because it is superficial.
Thinking in its basic form is something useful that has brought evolution forward and thus also in zones of uncertainty and dangers for life. Measures and activities are therefore to be staked out with prudence and caution and to be assessed analytically and synthetically and to be kept in mind for the progress.
As far as the completeness of a fiction may be concerned, there are the hypotheses that line up, push each other and topple one on top of the other to form towers. Thinking is just not a very easy thing, where you cannot quickly get in between with the calculator and manipulate ‘en passant’.
The damage increases the longer one waits and stares indecisively at the lock with the locked task, which is to be attacked by enlightenment with the closest possible connection to the idea of logic and to be solved when it comes out of the impasse should give.
So life is full of thoughtful surprises that, brought into a logic, rise to the high state of an unthinkable culmination, that from above as from below and from the sides the monster of insolubility and thus of intangibility forms a fortress and cannot be moved.
Think, direct, give, rethink and adjust in the joint what has shifted, slipped, broken. It is the greatness of what is thought, what is to be held, recognized and understood, on which fiction goes wrong, because things buzz in the heads, linguistically roar what is understood differently.
The philosopher must be regarded as a researcher of wisdom.
(Immanuel Kant 1724-1804) Quotes: Have the courage to use your own understanding! When we think of light, we seldom think of darkness, when we think of happiness we never think of misery; in satisfaction never with pain; but vice versa at any time. The aimless person suffers his fate, the purposeful one shapes it. Anyone who turns himself into a worm cannot complain afterwards if he is trampled. For the learning soul, life has an infinite value even in its darkest hours. Peace is the masterpiece of reason.
What the philosopher researches cannot be grasped with the naked eye, the fabric is too finely woven for that to be understood in terms of its texture. But this material motivates to look at it through the glasses of thought, because whatever the world is, the design goes back to the thought.
From the outside the form can be grasped with hands, which it is not from the inside, it is the shell in the coarse fiber that rubs and pulls between the fingers, while the filling escapes the holding hand in its spiritual bond because the receptor is touching listened to, so blindly does not see the content.
In this way, the researcher who penetrates into the interior opens, in small steps, the layer that is on top of the other layers in countless times with the same question as to when the last layer, which is closest to the core of the innermost, opens or can be opened through the finely targeted stab incision to the point.
However fine and targeted the incision is, the wisdom cannot be found, not the first and not the last time, despite calibration and a sense of proportion. What is involved with knowing is the deeper knowledge of recognizing that the things in the depths are illuminated by the other light that belongs to the spirit.
So wisdom is the deepest part of the essence of the human spirit in the core of being, which belongs to the highest in spiritual value and is placed on and given to man as the