Location: Darmstadt, Hessen, Germany

I'm a sort of creative person, seeking the meaning of life . Hard to capture the essence of the mind/brain/soul - but I delight in arguing with ultra-materialists on consciousness. Ah! the smell of a rose and its redness, the smell of a fine wine, a sunset, - great stuff, and all subjective. Oh yeah and actually am Scorpio by 4 hours according to expert astrologer friend - blogger auto-star-sign system missed the fact that I'm on the cusp. Though I agree with Casius when he said "the fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings".

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Woodpeckers could be heard tapping

It was a wonderful Spring morning as I cycled through the forest. Woodpeckers could be heard tapping in many places as I moved through the fog-shrouded trees. It was a wonderful feeling, dreamlike, to see the path ahead gradually materialize out of the fog and that behind disappear into it, sometimes mercifully swallowing a pursuer so that one had the impression of being alone with nature. The sun was a pale orb through the fog and the sky above already a pale blue. And so it was appropriate to sing softly 'Morning has broken' from Yusuf Islam.

I played the party video of Steorn again last night - funny to think that the 200 forum members may soon become acolytes of Sean by signing the NDAs. Will we then be privy to the secrets of the inner sanctum?


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