Born Or Not Be Born?

Born Or Not Be Born?

When I can’t get at the meaning of a quote or a poem I’m not feeling bad, frustrated, awed any more. I have almost nothing to lose as almost certainly would, could I find, track the same thoughts, feelings following my own way with the help of common, plain language, simple logic, without forcing me to take recourse to the – for me - difficult written quote or poem.

"Born or not be born?” is just as good, I say. Can you choose it? And it could trigger a different train of thoughts, other than ”To be or not to be.” which might be, not less wonderful.

January 2013

I Am As I Am

I Am As I Am

Were I winning the Nobel Prize, the whole world praise me, it wont make me a bit greater.

Were the whole world to blame me, it wont make me the lesser.

Great, small, success, failure is only in my eyes, not in the eyes of the world. I give myself the awards.

So I remind me.

January 2013

Would You Like To Punish Me?

"Would you like to punish me for all the wrongs I did to You?
How many kisses do you want?"

So said Opa Johan to his wife.

January 2013

Beauty In A Simple Piece Of Music

Beauty In A Simple Piece Of Music

“I just can play this simple music, I haven’t got proper piano lessons before, besides I am over 80 by now, but I still can and enjoy it.” So said the church choir conductor to me.

 However, he reveals the beauty out of this little Menuet in d moll from the Notenbuchlein fur Anna Magdalena Bach, though with poor playing ability, on a simple piano, not a sound-sensitive grand piano, just recorded by an I Pad and uploaded in You Tube by himself. It would never come into a concert hall.

"Well, does it matter were beauty found, heard, just in a  humble room, or during an exercise?"  he said. 

 

 

 

January 2013

 

The Philosopher Wonders

The Philosopher Wonders

As he mused on an egg, there were no bones, no flesh, no beak, no feet, no wings, no eyes, no ears, no voice, no down, no intestines, no motion, no life, ... before. How it changes so fast, but just in 21 days the egg becomes a baby chick and is alive. Man never could create an egg with such superb qualities out of nothing.

And as he saw a rose he was enraptured. How wonderful it was that it was red, and fragrant, it had green leafs and a stem while the earth on which it grows has no red, no green colors, no smell, no fibre, no form, ...

A sheep eats grass and doesn’t err to become a cow, a deer, who also eats grass.

Then, when enters what we call life into a being and where does it go?

What is life, death? The living would choose life, as life is wonderful, so precious, so dear, not death as death is a scare and the dead would also choose death, as death is also wonderful, a heaven, not life.

The scientist remarks, “Oh it’s just a question of DNA and biology, as simple as that.”

January 2013

Picture The Oldest Opa And His Girlfriends

Picture The Oldest Opa And His Lovely Girlfriends

I don’t want to oblige, burden many facebook friends with my writings. But I will only chose you two among all others, to suffer, be punished as my facebook friends. You have nothing to say except it is poor, bad writing.

Can you imagine, picture the oldest opa having not two facebook friends, but two lovely girlfriends? Aren’t you very proud of it? I am very proud of it. Ha. Ha.

Otherwise, you should choose, add me as your boyfriend, not less.

That was Opa Johan’s e mail to his two granddaughters.

 

January 2013

Something Nice Of Our Indonesian People

Something Nice Of Our Indonesian People

During our travel, my son driving and me, visited a  food stall for students of the IPB (Botanical University) Park in Bogor, located as though in the woods. What’s so wonderful is that you’re so welcome, have nothing to say.

A plate with rice is ready, just take it, choose the dishes you want. Spoons, forks, a cup is provided and water you can tap from a vessel for free. Just tell her what, how many pieces you took after your meal and she, our host, a pretty little girl, a girl? She might be a woman as she’s so small,  that’s so wonderful too, summed it up.

And what’s so special, oh, so cheap and she said “thank you” on top of it, while you can sit in the cool garden, do not have to take your own chair, table, spoon, fork, plate and wash the dishes. You can borrow, hire it for free. Ha. Ha.

Did that ever occur to you? That’s why our common folk can live, survive, thanks to such food stalls.

January 2013