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There is an episode of the tall and spectacular TV series "MONK" where marvellous Mr. Monk finds out that fine gold is literally hidden inside a text.

The originator of more than a hundred diaries has used gold ink to write down what ever happend to him and occured him worth enough to be mentioned - which was just everything that came to his mind. Eventually he was someone hiding his nugget and not a stellar writer.

There now, finally, unexpectedly, I found my answer to all this. I'm hiding. I hide bits and bytes and hopes and falling stars between the pages of this webspace. That's why! So don't you dare expect anything here that makes sense.

( Actually, I know that it's supposed to be "explanatory", but thank you very much! )

People seem to think that family love is clearly defined by cognation. Parents, children, brothers, sisters, something like that. Most people do not even realize how lucky they are if that is actually the case. For example, we assume that parents love their children and children love their parents, even though we know that this is not necessarily true. Of course, we know also what a devastating effect love that is missing can have, especially on children. And if a family, if parents cannot provide this desperately wanted love, those longing kids, or grown-ups will try to find a substitute. They just cannot help it. It is human nature. Then they might try to give their love to someone they have chosen as a family, and if this love is returned, it will not matter anymore that there is no relation. Because there will be one, call it elective affinity or else. There will be a relation, if it is true and honest, and it will be a very special one. At any time.

When we look at science fiction films that were shot years back, we smile. The clothes, the equipment, everything is so funny, and the reality of our time has overtaken this fictional future long ago.
But I always wonder what will be lauged at in the future, when our time will be the past?

This is a drag. Percy Shelley tried to defend poetry long before Heaney, notwithstanding that Shelley could not even imagine what was to come after Pomo. How could anyone now vouch for a better future? Another quote is required, because Karl Valentin knew it all: Back then, even the future was better.


A Defence of Poetry