Dear Samuel, I would like to write to you today not notifying, but endowing words, words, words that run in the writing from left to right, in the space between us, however, from right to left, as we did when we were still searching and find our parents could not have learned, as above, where the Rhine flows not from south to north, but from north to south.
We must, I mean, in our language to avoid any solid reason to exclude any architecture - everything is perfectly square or perfectly round, bringing in a vortex, in a confusing movement upwards dissolve as thirty-three wrens who have gathered on a tile - of course they would never do - and then want to lose at once into the air.
we have to climb with our language, fluttering around, inaccurate, or perhaps better said: to find a new precision, which - like the dignity of man - can not photograph, can be documented even in the language itself, because relate the words and the words and phrases only to do the one, which is not exactly coordinated.
Now you might think that the phrase "motion from right to left "is based on specific coordinates, and of course you're right: our language is always a reference to earthly conditions. Left on earth is now not even the right, not right to left. I speak, however, by a law, which also means links, that is, my law already includes a link from the start. And it will be obvious to you: if you think ahead right long enough, eventually you get from right to right, which is then suddenly turned left.
Yes, Samuel, I will confuse you today with my own language, because only in the confusion of the big three are hidden: the beginning, beckoning, change. Has not been the poet Rainer Maria Rilke said: "Since You make them temples in the ear." You know - yes, now it is really confusing - anyone familiar with "them" was meant? Read that again in Rilke after, and you will find: with "them" the animals are meant to have stopped yelling and screaming, and "not out of fear were so quiet, but from hearing".
What if the Wild is quiet at once? No, because the Wild quiet at once, it is not tamed or coordinated on a tile or brought together clearly. If thirty-three wrens on a tile "clear"? No, they are not. Nothing is so confusing and impossible and unthinkable as thirty-three wrens on a single tile. the small-large sovereign jurisdictions would not permit pressed together so too: As I said. I argue simply that there has not been a single time in the long-long-long career of our planet: thirty-three wrens on a tile! (Well, maybe once. In this text)
What still is not thereby become square or round. Silence to be confused with order is a mistake, big enough for seven times seven years of hard inner work, years which run from right to left ... So it is with errors: they are engaged again and again, unfortunately, from left to right, and only when we enter into the confusion, the nodes in our resolve.
Up there are the words and words and phrases free of bottles. Labels and alcohol percentages, and the logic of only three colors, green, white and brown, it is not up there. The richness of the colors would not be reduced to three holes in huge containers, not "basically not" (I will not start today, but donate), but "put into the air," not. Is there such a thing as three or seven or even twelve holes in the air?
I call you today, and Jan and Samuel Louis and Hannah and Jessica and Vanessa, and Rainer and Sebastian and Annette and Rob and even Angela. I would call you at your thirty-three true name, up to Sammy, your last name, at the right end of the collection, that is, where is the right suddenly become left. And thirty-three names are not meant thirty-three name, but all names are not names, but foundations that ignite. Of all the names stiftend go from all the names.
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