My hero and poet Charles B. wrote in one of his most important works of “listless trains and counter-trains” and spoke to all those who had a serious roof damage, or were “only” very sad, right from the heart! Especially me.
What do you do after completing your teaching job and free from these annoying postman activities every day? And what do you do without blogging regularly without even regular thoughts? So how does the unboundedness of nothingness feel?
Very good, I want to say; and I mean it like that. I have to confess at the moment, I’m overwhelmed by the feeling of freedom and the possibilities that come with it!
Online since 1742 days. Inside and out. I fulfilled my duties with passion and love. This is behind me and it weighs heavily and it is not easy to let go and it is even harder to be open to new things, although the idea of being alone in the idea of what it means to be “not productive” seems paradisiacal and Forces released. I just call it that “powers” … What I mean by that is to have a moment to breathe deeply and to be able to fully surrender to the wonderful reality, and by that I mean those who cover the traces of identity.
This is where a Bulgarian joke fits. If he is funny, that will turn out.
So: A rich farmer comes to the big city to do business there. He lives, of course, in the best house in the city and has a room with all the harassment. When he’s in the bathroom doing a big deal on the toilet, and he’s almost done with it, he’s suddenly startled, because something comes out of the bowl and cleans his ass. Thoroughly the whole thing, and it does not hurt a bit. The wealthy farmer is impressed. He has never experienced anything like this.
Once home, he embarks on the realization of his newborn desire to have the same luxury he enjoyed in the big city, because his ass really loved being wiped off by someone else’s hand.
One happy day he got a visit. He proudly showed his whole house, his vineyards and fields and his livestock, all his belongings. His visit was impressive.
Only he just did not come back after he went to the bathroom. That was strange. Our friend, the rich peasant, did not want to run after him, did not break into such an intimate situation, and so he sat and drank two glasses of wine. He was at the end of the second glass when his visitor finally reappeared. He looked terrible and was not in a good mood. Screaming, he asked the farmer why his servant shaved off his face with a broom when he saw what was scratching his ass after that uncomfortably hard broom …
Ha – ha – ha! I already know. Not very funny, right? That’s not what it’s about today. Not because of the comedy, because whether we are old or young or knowledgeable or profane, or the biggest buffoons ever and amateurish assholes, are not we fared just like the guy in the Bulgarian joke?
I can only contribute to that, that in life I got the shitty broom in the face often enough and I suspect that you good hearts felt the same way.
Although I no longer teach, I offer you a perspective. And that is, that monstrous things are waiting for you, tremendously good, hot and worth experiencing! This is no joke and no empty promise. You know, I do not do that.
So, think of your part in good time the next time your face gets smeared with shit, think of the rich pawn and his straightforward intentions; and admits that there must also be such a god!
So let’s start the weekend, good hearts!
OK? Alright, good hearts? I thought so. Then clean, but very casual!
We, good hearts, all know what we have to do over and over, and if we forget, we’ll read it here
And then … we do it – do it – do it!