The lighthouse towers silent,
The ships pass by,
No second to spare,
Only the lighthouse rests on the rocky shore.


The ship of Theseus

A ship which sailed the seven seas,
Once the captain was a big hero,
His folk decided to worship his remains.

The ship of Theseus was put on display,
After years it rotted away and needed repair,
Piece by piece it was replaced.

After decades it was almost new,
But is this still the ship of Teseus?,
Or is it something new?

Do we see the ship‘s aura different after restauration?
Is its character still the same?
Do the memories change when the memories‘ vessel change?

Do people change through time?
Is the object the same as the experience?
How does our perception change of someone or something through time?

Change is natural.
Keeping Theseus’ ship on display is only a memory put into an object.
Is such memory real? Or is only our experience real?


Majestic little balls of cotton candy floating in the azure sea of sky.
Made of tiny drops of water, gathered in a fragile community.
White and puffy they are moved forward by the wind.
Forward is any direction, there is no goal, just being there.
But every now and then two fluffy spheres unite and become a bigger one.

And so they grow.
Bigger and bigger.
Expanding into the infinite.
Reaching into the nothingness of space.
They become humongous.
Grey giants.
Filling the sky.

They are darkening the day, like an eclipse.
The little drops of water are growing into big and heavy raindrops.
They are falling down to earth, released by the community of raindrops.
Driven by gravity, they are increasing their speed. Down, down, down.
At the bottom they hit the ground with disintegrating force and the little droplet splatters in all direction.

The end of a form.
Now they are just water on the ground.
Ready for the next adventure.
A new life awaits the molecules of water.
And again they start the circle of life.
They fulfill the highest form of being.
Just be what you can be.


The thoughtful way to your goal.
The victory or setback can be estimated.
Strategic ideology hinders often a free life.
Social strategists are playing with human lifes.
Everything can be a strategy, even none.
Have a plan to not plan everything.
Life itself follows a major strategy.
Live and let living, do what works for you and others. Be yourself. Find your goal, your way.

Life’s traveling

We start small one place,
We change our position,
We find rest in another spot.

Our trip is an emotional journey,
It is a physical wandering and growing,
Life is a spiritual voyage.

We are constantly moving,
Temporal, spatial, emotional,
Intellectual, spiritual and holistic.


The origin.
A prototype.
The perfect invention.
Patent your ideas.

Be original.
Follow your heart, find your truth.
No patents needed for that.
An authentic life needs no patents nor artificial safety.