eigenwert

And yet something has happened… 
All but one is present. But what is it? this “One bringer of Progress” — from art to culture, from politics to economics as if an extension by all means. Whatever it may be, it fails at belonging to the living. The air of thingness is ever too thick. 

Well, a lot can be understood from the fact that almost no one sees the Other’s shy till withdrawing goodness. So much at least I notice it, daily live under it. Both in my personal life as well as societal one, that I will to defeat it.

Perhaps there is another, far simpler, and much better way beyond such a destructive current, and which brings about our much needed reconciliation through something higher, I keep reminding myself: Eigenwert, own-value. 

Letting go of things enough as they are by the mere state of being themselves, and so their own as to what matters. 

Truly without a why just as life forever is.

… 

(Once upon a time man was not beneath this.)

The intellect can anticipate what only the heart can solve; right there, only. For if there is to be any reconciliation surely it must come from the beat in a bosom where the positive is neither to be instrumentalised nor visually caught. After all, unlike the belief of hate, love is me and yet us.

Thus we is.