Kategorie: Vermischtes
Poem of the Day
jemand, der
allein durch den wald geht,
ist für mich
kein gedicht
Quote of the Day
„There is much less difference between a mystic faith in God and an atheist’s rational faith in mankind than between the former’s faith and that of a Calvinist whose faith in God is rooted in the conviction of his own powerlessness and in his fear of God’s power.“
– Erich Fromm (zit. nach Victor Gollancz, A Year of Grace)
Sky Burial
„As the corpse approaches, the sky master blows his horn, and a fire of juniper twigs summons the vultures. The master and his rogyapa corpse-dissectors then open the body from the back. They remove the organs, amputate the limbs and cut the flesh into small pieces, which they lay nearby. The bones are pulverised with a rock. The master mixes their dust with yak butter or tsampa, roasted barley, and then rolls it into balls. Finally the skull too is smashed and becomes a morsel with its brains. One by one these are tossed on to a platform – the bones first, for they are the least appetising – and the vultures crowd in.“
– Colin Thubron (To a Mountain in Tibet)
Quote of the Day
„The Moghul emperor Akbar, most tolerant of rulers, had his tantric yogis torn to bits by elephants.“
– Colin Thubron (To a Mountain in Tibet)
Quote of the Day
„Everyone must have two pockets, so that he can reach into the one or the other, according to his needs. In his right pocket are to be the words: ‚For my sake was the world created,‘ and in his left: ‚I am earth and ashes.'“
– Rabbi Bunam of Pzhysha
Quote of the Day
„Someone saw Nasrudin searching for something on the ground.
‚What have you lost, Mulla?‘ he asked. ‚My key,‘ said the Mulla. So they both went down on their knees and looked for it.
After a time the other man asked: ‚Where exactly did you drop it?‘
‚In my own house.‘
‚Then why are you looking here?‘
‚There is more light here than inside my own house.'“
– Idries Shah (The Exploits of the Incomparable Mulla Nasrudin)
Quote of the Day
“ ‚You can argue for so long with arthritis, but it’s going to have the last word in the end. Look at these finger joints!‘
‚They appear,‘ said George mildly, ‚to be retaining a very fine grip on that whisky glass, if I may say so.‘
‚You may! When I lose that knack, they’ll be practising the anthem for my funeral.‘
– Ellis Peters (Rainbow’s End)
Quote of the Day
„…and Mary married a Puddletown cobbler, John Antell, a man with radical views who had also taught himself Latin, Greek and Hebrew but could not put them to any use or organize his life in any satisfactory way.“
– Claire Tomalin (Thomas Hardy – The Time-Torn Man)
Poem of the Day
Oligarchen, Oligarchen
Während wir im Garten schnarchen
Kommen die guten Oligarchen
Und die bösen Oligarchen
Wie aus nem schlechten Marchen
Mutter, wie werd ich Oligarch?
Ach, mein Kind, das wäre doch arch.
Werde lieber Patriarch
Von der orthodoxen Kirche
Die trinken auch mal Birche
Und sind nich so zum Firche…
Es war ein kleiner Oligar
Ein süßes Oligarchen
Der liebte mich ein ganzes Jahr
Mit Haut und auch mit Haarchen