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There

Where I was exactly one week ago, at the place of the remote seemed to me since then in some moment and it's never there so ...

... there we were welcomed silence, with his mouth, his eyes, in reading, in writing, and - so I added for me - in photography, do not talk to even the pictures to me ( not quite consistent, as shown by this cell phone photos:) )

... there I asked the roommate, began even before the time of silence, why I am here --- " make it less " was my answer and I felt that she understood

... there we sat mostly, watching our breath, or we were, watching our breath, or we moved our bodies, our breath watching, or we ate the food and nothing worked as the breath around us, or we, work, and nothing but breath around us - into spürend in an attempt to interrupt any thought immediately

... there should be shut, inside and out, very quiet --- and it was still (he) ( what kind of noise but in my clamored, of which I write another time )

... there I forgot very soon the thoughts of home, of everyday life, to the phone in my pocket, of my book, the image of the trees on the way, the people sitting around me,

... there I tasted the idea of the heavy-narrative possibilities:
pure existence, without thought, without looking back, without looking into the future, without "to" intentions.

Perhaps it was only a hint of a clue what I experienced there.

For almost constantly thought I sensed a shift in my head - there were only a few seconds moments where it disappeared. At times I thought I could burst under the silence --- and had the pressures of short-violent eruptions reduce the word diary. Yes, after a few hours I had the feeling that now at least be able to write a novel about my experience (and need). Almost ripped me the questions and thoughts that I heard the - there were talks - came, and disappeared again. How very much I would have heard from all the Mitteilnehmenden what they herbrachte as they went through, where would you go then.

And yet I was silent. It was easier with the hours. It was more natural than that life is precisely this silence. Yes, it felt like. Brought

I got from the Dort:

The idea of silence.
you was when I was there.
She will be back when I return there one day. Or to another location. And
stretched between a chain of (All) days in which they can take their space. If I let them. I practice ...

Yes, we have to practice a lot.

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. Basic laws of design

Everything is a remix. The following video is for everyone interested in design of fundamental importance, since awareness of the setting determined in the judging of works (whether their own or that of other artists). I agree with Kirby Ferguson in his opinion, that we can not form without a spiritual embedded in a culture. Nothing comes from nothing. So if anyone ever again about the storyline of "Avatar", protests that he should be aware that for nearly everything is a predecessor (which is often far less well known).

What can a designer, therefore, is to ensure that it possible qualitatively unrelated elements together. The Newer is always a question of distance between sources. The only other explanation (if one wants to speak of the "Declaration") for artistic innovation, the development of human culture, and even evolution was "divine inspiration". And that would be as good as any explanation. Everything is based on his previous ... why tautologies feel always so reassuring to? ; D

Everything is a remix from Kirby Ferguson on Vimeo.

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greetings

Han

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And everytime I think now would be a word from me,
whenever I think of that would be able to describe
every time I wrote down, for me to read,
order to test whether it was said so well ...
then feels the test when I sat on this bench.

As long as I remain so. Also standing
can I turn my face to the sun:)

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The unspectacular

It was spectacular, what I experienced there. For me, flowing out of the otherwise often flows word for my writing hand, there was nothing to do. Single word only eruptions. (This, I then still held, despite the vow of silence - writing one is not more silent - and even though I do not know in what way the retention of words, things changed on my writing ... a question for a another time ...)
Inconspicuous, unusual, disturbing, unexpected, corresponding deceptively felt this word vacuum. When something was missing.

But now , after return, now I begin to feel that I, on the contrary something missing here, I was there. Here I have no - hum - just this vacuum? the absence of everything? a kind of emptiness?
So I go this morning by surprise by the family breakfast, by the teachers' room, through the hours before the class. The desire not to fray. Applies to the one thing a person very closely, they say: with all fibers. A rare condition. Frequently (normal?) It's that the fibers give my body to different directions. I will not today. Does the surprise attack to counter the mine, which I still feel very present in me. Step by step, step for step I go, and when I take off a glove, I prefer a glove from.
How long will I be able to go on living like this? Around me tost the noisy life ...

I lack the void. May be missing void? Does this mean but that is something there, what is here, in the full life, not to be found is. Is the void more potent than the full life?
" The void is the seed of wealth ", a phrase I have never understood. Even now I do not understand him, not with the mind. But I may have begun ability to sense, to imagine, to touch a germ of what he says. I very delicately formulated carefully. And be quiet again ...


Addendum:
I wrote this morning. Now the school will be over. I'm in a certain silence came through the hours. 've Tried never to do several things at once.
For example:
not let me speak from the side, not looking
glances in all directions (these encounters many eyes here, especially me falling apart, because in each pair of eyes to read a story, all these stories ...),
in not standing, but sitting at my desk a note made
drunk when the phone rings at rest and a drink for it came a minute late,
place only a few colleagues talks, the other on the email list set.
An idea like the roar of school life is to live. And
This idea is neither happiness nor liberation, a similar situation, she's just quiet and inconspicuous.
just unspectacular.

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Quiet Homecoming

Human life adapts to the circumstances. It is not necessary to reject the work and to seek peace, and do you just empty inside and out harmoniously. Then you will be even amid the most hectic activity in peace.
(Zen Master Yuanwu)

These are words that met the train on the way back from that Schweigeort. From the silence I return to everyday life.

Everything seems loud what my ears hear.
Everything seems bright, which is my eyes see.
Everything seems hectic, which is now on tasks before me.
But just "seems". Outside only.
interior is in it still and subdued and peaceful.

tell from this state to do feels like to make noise with words. Therefore, I can here my silence spread out before you: Read it! Later
may be something to tell, if quietly find words to me ...

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days of silence

goes in this moment my train - until Sunday I will be there: CLICK

curious what to expect.
wait to see what will happen to me. Looking
which internal doors are opening up.
Listening, like the silence spread in me is.
open for dialogue with silence.

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harmony

Very, very good was the choir in which I have sung before. A small a cappella choir, good enough for choir competitions and recordings, good voices on the right and left of me.
(. That I am untrained in the middle of this as incapable, of felt bad that I am always a little frightened and cowering before a false note, that's another matter)

As we sang there, I have internalized:
blend of sound in the left and right, put your own voice not to, but inside, together with their own sound, the bridge between right and left, between the front and rear Sing neighbors. with each other sing, therefore, not next to or even against each other. True togetherness, so the choral sound a whole can be.

Now I sing in a choir again. Much larger is the latter, much less formed a very different kind of singing. There is no a cappella choir, as heard around me so much in pitch and tempo. Moreover, in the samples a (detuned) piano, the concerts in a (sometimes out of tune) Orchestra.
And in the middle I'm sitting. Always a bit tense as I watched. Recently it hit me why: Because I wear my singing habits of the past in me and in this Choir had not filed because I'm trying to add to mediate between the right and left to balance differences to harmonize. In the last sample was
now it is the chance that side of me sat a the exact pitch and sang piano conductor pace, while my right one just did not. In between, I do.
Difficult. I tried the balance. So long, so much so until I got my own sound, until I knew nothing at all, where, who, as I am with my voice. I let it get that far.
I woke up the conductor announcement: Why would fall apart because our organic top speed ever over time - that he did not understand.
The moment I understood it:
Thus, I do not keep singing - otherwise it must be. If compensation is not possible if I am torn between the one and the other pace between disparate sites, then I can no longer sing in this balancing act. Then I must find my own voice.
And for the first time since a long time I sang in a singing against neighbor. Gave her my (also the conductor) tempo against deliberately, turned my head in their direction suggested, visible with foot and body to the beat. I was not deterred me from it - sang mine.
What she did it, I do not know.
But I was back into me.

Such harmony is in the Music that is also found ...

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. Hot for teacher

Click on the article in the press department of the HAWK

pays Thus, but the master's program out slowly, as I just learn from an email. Good press for my current project, but as we learned of Katz and Co. (along with a chronic heartburn) is any publicity good publicity anyway. ; D

greetings

Han

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Moin Moin,

A small special find that you can leave work in a quiet hour to themselves.

The External World from David OReilly on Vimeo.

regards, Han

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Premiere

today for the first time to correct and sat with coffee in the garden!
The two test batch were completed as nothing - sonnenenergieaufgetankt as I was sitting there.
Only the red pencil finger gene was late afternoon, slightly damp. Hey, we have only 8 February, hastened to the incipient Cold noted apologetically)

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The wind

He comes and goes, the wind.

change direction at will.

bears his labor times stronger, sometimes weaker approach to the world.

cold, tepid, tapping, hot, icy, fresh, warm I can feel it in the face.

storming, softly rustling, wailing, delicate silence, whistling, roaring, crackling, tapping, singing, roaring, he visited my ear.

He is immune, can not be put off by our will and values:

cool me off. --- Do not make me feel cold.

Why You bend me so much? --- Why do you chase me ahead of you?

Come to me, I need you. --- But not so hard that it tears me.

whip, stroke. --- Help me go forward.

hurts your vehemence. --- Your silence depressed.

He can say nothing of all this.

He comes and goes, the wind.

like the wind ...

***

The daughter has brought a song from the nursery:

Like the wind I fly across the country,
like the wind - fff - fff - like the wind - fff - fff ...

In fff - fff it shapes her mouth into a small, slightly oblique gap
and leaves out the wind.

Like the Wind - fff - fff ... As the wind

-

fff - fff

...

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pictures from the day

No, it was not today. Snow patches, I could have found no more today, so far I would be gone. But the sky that looked exactly Sun
so bright, so joyous sun, so vorfrühlingsstrahlend.

And I, I was the first time this year in my lawn chair.
me than a sky full of a filigree twigs, the buds are packed full of premonition: soon ...
me Besides the children with ball, sand pail, tent, rake. And freed with the feeling: now we are finally back together out there. (Only when the feet barefoot in the grass, jumped areas I had to stop the liberation of a little:))
In my thoughts throng. And sun luck. And to be able to feel to drop me. All this

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there for the inside really well breakwater?

In order not to collide with so much power?

So they do not wash away all the flood, not everything with you?