Shades of Love

The existence
of the person I LOVE
explains it ALL to me.
God MUST had to create the world
only to make YOU exist.

(E. Drewermann)

The one who has a ?WHY?
for living
will endure
almost every ?HOW.?

(Viktor E.Frankl)

The hand
is the tool
of the SOUL.

(Printed on a GEPA-carrier bag)

People are
the only form of narration
to believe in LOVE.

(E. Drewermann)

Who knows OTHERS
is BRIGHT.
Who knows HIMSELF
is WISE:
Who DEFEATS others
has POWER;
Who defeats HIMSELF
is STRONG.

(Tao-te-king)

The real question
is EXISTENCE
(i.e. being PRESENT);
no matter whether this refers
to a STONE
or to MYSELF.

(RBB)

I do NOT know,
how I APPEAR to the world.
but I MYSELF only feel
like a BOY
who was playing on the BEACH
and ENJOYING finding
every now and then,
A SMOOTHER pebble
or a PRETTIER seashell
than usual.
- While the WHOLE big
ocean of TRUTH
was lying UNdiscovered before me.

(Isaak Newton, Prinzipias,mostimportant
piece of writing in 1687, the year before he died)

?and measure our sluggish steps:
in terms of space and time
and ARE
not aware that we are
in the middle of ETERNITY.

(autorship unknown to me)

I searched for MYSELF
-and did not find me.
I searched for GOD-
- and did not find him.
I searched for YOU-
and found all three.

(From the mask to ego. Didactic unit
by Ruth Kullmann, raps 1?91)

I am THOUGHT of;
-THEREFORE I am.

(Schelling (??))
(f. I timk, therefore I am by Decartes)

DEATH
is but
a MOVE
to a more beautiful house.

( Bert van der Post)

The mother tells her child
whose cat has died,
?If we get involved
in LOVING,
then we must also prepared
to suffer FAREWELLS.

Should we prefer
not to love be loved
in order not to face
any FAREWELLS?!

((Ulrie Peiechota,
Life with the daily death (Kontakte, ZDF 4'88)

And my soul
spread its wings WIDE,
flew over the quiet countryside,
as if it were flying HOME.

( Eichendorf, anoted by D.S?lle)

You cannot prolong your life
- but only DEEPEN it.
Do not give life more years,
but give the years more LIFE.
Do not count life
by the day or the year.
Count those hours,
in which you were
TOUCHED by the ANGEL.

(Martin Buber)

Translated by Christiane Plenge
and revised by Joachim Sanner

The mystery of LOVE
is BIGGER
than the mystery of death.

(H.D. H?sch?s mother in law)

I am approaching my end.
I think the Lord
will RECEIVE me well.

(Oswald von Nell-Breuning)