Freundeskreis…

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“You are just a part of it, so get to the heart of it

Cause if you don’t go, you won’t know …

quotation of the day #3

 

… you are just a part of it,

So get to the heart of it.

Cause if you don’t go,

You won’t know.”

 

source: “Leg dein Ohr auf die Schiene der Geschichte”

album: Quadratur des Kreises

hope… it is all about hope…

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I wonder why the weak people always make themselves feel strong on the costs of the strong. Why do the weak appear in groups against the singled out strong ones?

Why is idealism called naivity?

Why is enthusiasm diminished to actionism?

Why is inspiration stigmatized as empty words?

Why do people do that?

You know, if you are really good at something – playing basketball for instance – why do you have to feel sorry, why are you even made to be afraid of showing it? Afraid of the other players, who would tease you, exclude you and mob you – just because you are good?

Why do we identify a smile as weakness and a fist as strength? It happens everywhere, all the time. There are few of those brilliant people on this planet, who are further than their time – people who smile when being lied to, when being insulted, when being manipulated; people who are able to find understanding for failures and shortcomings of the others deep in their hearts;

people who simply lack any black spot in their souls and

therefore naturally believe in the good; to talk with mildness, when all the others would sream; to react with patience when all the others would get angry; to give yet another chance, when all the others would have given up hope in a person;

In movies and in novels, in songs and in poems we are able to admire such characters. But in reality we abuse them. In reality we fight against them. We do everything to make them feel inferior – like they are the problem, with their kindness and boundless understanding; too soft to FIGHT for themselves; Why do we make them cry on the way to a job they truely burn for? Why do we make them afraid of a talent that is paramount?

Why are the normal people doing this?

Maybe because they become well aware of their normality. And I can understand that this hurts. Normality hurts. Average hurts. It seems to me that the main occupation of human life is to reassure that one is different, extraordinary, special.

But why do we have to pass pain on? Why do we have to give fear further?

It does not get into my head.

I hope that people realize that they do not have to be leaders. They do not have to be inspired.

It is okay. But do not pass pain on to your children, your school mates, your collegues, your friends, relatives, neighbours.

It is okay. You do not have to be a charismatic world improver. You don’t have to have shining ideas to save the world. You don’t have to be the one carrying your basketball team to the next glorious victory.

It’s okay.

But you really should not stop those who are inspired; those who live to mainfest the purity of their souls. Because then this purity will return to all.

That’s the hope.

visionary…

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among us, there are some visionaries;

and some of them are even capable of putting their vision into a creative form, so that the others can hear, see, feel it…

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,

The population of Kathmandu has swelled from 200,000 at the time this photograph was taken to over one million now. For the first time in human history, as many people live in an urban as in a rural environment.

I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways,
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

From the High Andes to the plains of India, from southern Europe to northern China, rainfall is increasingly unpredictable.

 

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’,
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’,
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’,
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,

There is now a widespread acknowledgement that human beings are changing the climate, But we are still in denial. The implications of global warming hover just outside the grasp of our imaginations.

Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’,
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’,

In the next 24 hours, deforestation will release as much CO2 into the atmosphere as 8 million people flying from London to New York.

Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’,
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,

A pregnant woman has on average eight kinds of pesticide in her placenta

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’,
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,

“These children suddenly appeared and flitted past me like butterflies. To see those kids in their clean dresses on their way to school in the middle of this dangerous slum is a simple but astonishing affirmation of our human potential.

Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’,
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

 

 lyrics: Bob Dylan

photos: Mark Edwards

Do you see their visions? Do you hear them? Do we feel them?

hard rain project…

This photo makes me cry…

Often we say, to see the world purely, we need to look at it like children do.

children often give us grown ups hope; why are we stealing their hope?

But if we dolike in this picture: Where did the hope vanish?

a project of hope…

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HARD RAIN PROJECT

www.hardrainproject.com

“A hard rain’s a gonna fall” by Bob Dylan provides the lyrical inspiration to the exhibition of photos by Mark Edwards. Photos about the defining issues of today’s world: Poverty, habitat loss, climate change, human rights…

On PEACE DAY 2008 I walked through this exhibition on a square in Örebro. It is a brilliant creation. Inspiration.

We allow contradictions, scandals, violations of basic rights and the destruction of our world. And we do this on all levels. SOme of us support populistic, xenophobic and racist political leaders. Others of us support discrimminating friends, excluding class or team mates. Again others just ignore clear signs of abuse and failure over years and construct a world for themselves in order not to feel responsible, not having to take measures.

Like Bob Dylan, this face of this planet has seen people who carry the light in them.

Instead, however, of letting the light shine, so many people try to diminish and even extinct that light of hope.

Why? I wondered why, when I thought myself through the Hard Rain Exhibition in Örebro.

 

 

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