“Life is like a game of cards. The hand that is dealt you is determinism;
the way you play it is free will.”
“The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.”
Berlin - alle Arschlöcher sind schon hier, nur Du fehlst noch.
We are made of distances,
We are constantly going further,
Alone and predestined,
That stopping is not arriving.
(A.A. Attanasio - "Radix", page 242)
Life is complex - it has both real and imaginary parts. (Anonymous)
I am waiting at the Vancouver airport for my flight back to Germany. My flight to Frankfurt is two hours late but that is not a pain in the ass like at other airports. Here is free wireless everywhere and the building and its interior is also worth a visit. It is bright everywhere because of a lot of windows. There are a lot of small statues and even a small artificial waterfall. In comparison to the airport in Frankfurt where there were not enough seats to sit down in the waiting halls, the airport here is dimensions better and quite inviting.
"Die Liebe eines Liebhabers nimmt ab wie der Kubus der Entfernung von seiner Mätresse und wie das Quadrat der Länge seiner Abwesenheit." (Quelle: Lehrbuch der Analysis von Harro Heuser)
This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done, and Everybody was asked to do it. Everybody was sure Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could ...
"Kein Mann war vollständiger dem Untergang geweiht als der, der seine ganze Zufriedenheit daraus bezog, einen guten Eindruck auf eine ganz bestimmte Frau zu machen." (Neal Stephenson - "Quicksilver", Seite 482)