NOTE: I leave Marcel's words as he sent them.
Sunday, December 21, 2008 at 9:17pm
Hey !
We dont know each other - on the one hand.
On the other hand, there is a mutual connection.
But see, life is a certain change. You told me that you feel in another way now, then in 1999. Whats that ? Thats usaul. Life changes you and you change your life - There is no point that stands still forever.
Look my sweet, i am going to Rumania again - Im not German at all. Im anarchist - that means no roots, no family, no mothercountry - it s an experience in my life.
Im not anarchist, because im a hippie. Im anarchist because thats life. life is anarchy. There is no government in real life - I often to places where there were no human beings beside me - fe in sweden. Once a bee or a hornet struk me. What did i do ? I took a knive and cut the fucking poison out of my arm - there was no politician, no cop that ever halped me. there was just nature. nothing else. In that situation, you are really self responsible ! There is no one on who you could take the blame for your deeds.
I dont know the right words to tell you, but i tell you - when i am alone, no human arround me - im not lonely.
Theres a feeling that connects me with the trees, with the animals even connects me to my death. What ever - there is something that so many people on the planet lost-.
I dont how to call it....but i know what love is. It is nothing that has to do with marriage or something. I see an old man working with me in the fucking hard shit harbour of northern german - he doesnt know how to speak german but i know he loves me when he gives me his mask so that i dont suffer of a bleeding nose because of working there.
All that love which is destroyed through work, state and "order".
I stop here, because perhaps you think its just silly to talk to you on that way, to you who i only know through my fucking "tastatur".
In my eyes you are the little girl of your childhood, that playes through life.
Never stop.
Marcel.
P.S.: i fyou want to hear me, if its ok to to you, we can exchange numbers and I will look for a way to telephone to you. Perhaps it is better just to hear voice, than to read the words that come out of a computer. Its just an offer so feel free to say yes or no.
NOTE: I have not responded to this yet.
HE has not responded to this yet as we are crossing wires:
Hi there!
By the way, my name is Maggie and it is my pleasure to feel you. What is your name?
Anarchy as viewed by some equates to chaos. I do not see it that way as I see it as a cooperative effort of all people with all people ruling themselves. When two tit for tat scenario is thrown in, it allows room for error and only violates one at a time. The violator will eventually alienate themselves from the unit. That is freedom in my perspective in our organic sense. I also think that I think a great deal and I do ask a great deal of questions, however, I rather think than not. I don’t want to be a zombie or bot.
You choose good words for what is viewed as chaos and what is viewed as necessity. I had thought and still think that the way things are going in this system, the world will wind up reverting to primitivism which would not bother me. If things continue in the same capitalistic vein of human and environmental destruction, the future is not pretty. Chaos will come and will spread like a disease until a leveling occurs. It will be survival of the fittest from an animal perspective. What do you see? I feel that you do see something, but I could be wrong. However, in my heart of hearts, I think you see something too.
From what I can gather, we used to be primitive...all of us...then something happened to take the humane out of our human. I don’t know what is was. Each level I go back, I see one or a few over the many. This saddens me. Today I had a thought about LATIN. As Latin begat the romance languages, what begat Latin? If Francs and Saxons are Germanic, who are the French? What is a Norman? What is an Arab? What is an Angle? What is a Pict? What is a Hebrew? What is an African? What is a Celt? What is an Egyptian? What is a Mayan? What is an Asian? What is an Indian? Who are the we that was at one point in time ONE? I envision one land mass with a breed that became us and as the lands shifted, so did the people.
When you think about the cave paintings, what do you see? If you had to look out your window and see life as you want it, what would you see?
I am alive as are you! Do you fight for that which is material? You may note that when it is seen by example that happiness is not found in the false, jealousy may arise, but those that see your light, may not want you to stray as they may want a part of it. However, the thing they will have the hardest time to deal with is the leaving of the material behind. Why they hold it is beyond me. I see and I cry. The wind, rain, rocks, trees, birds et al heal me. Even bugs help to connect me back to the real. Tests come with lures to beckon me into the cycle of greed, but I am not interested. The mundane holds nothing for me. What does peace cost? What is the price of happiness? I have started from within and I touch people and they touch me. Not all are dead and I can tell by their language. Communication is not the same although it is verbal.
I work at a store which allows me time for conversation, nature, and reading. At times I draw or just ponder. When an individual happens upon me, it is not odd for me to speak of zeros, circles, and eights. It is not odd to say that I was time traveling today and for someone to ask where I went and for them to tell me of their experience. The human connection is out there just waiting to be touched. People so want to be touched. Oh man, it took awhile, but it works.
Dear heart, I don’t know of loneliness nor of boredom. Therefore when bots/drones (or as you term them: zombies) speak of loneliness and boredom, I ask them to explain it. Maybe it is a hole in themselves. I don’t know.
Love...is not the way it is depicted to the masses. I view it as Uwe inspired it. I told it to Uwe whom I do love even in distance of years (time) and miles (space). He does not even know how he touches me. That is love. I will take from what I wrote in regard to love and let you see what he inspired:
True Hearts Lie In Tears...
Ah, the joy of friendship and the warmth that it brings. A true and fine heart of love in pure form. It is simply essence. Simply beautiful. The words strike a melody orchestrated in fine tune with human vibrations. Did you feel my heart? I have been a bad friend forgive me! The words written of in regard to not seeing or speaking with a friend does not diminish the friendship are mine and was sent back to me in excellent form. Friendship does warm the heart over all things as it is TRUE and unpretentious. What do we seek from one another? The sharing of color...the time when we blend yellow and red to form orange or red and blue to form purple? We then paint our world. What is our world from a philosophic standpoint? We, as creators, should know. Define and redefine over time...escape back into self...REALIZATION!
To cry out of emotion because of words spoken or written in honest and true form are best. Does that make romantic hearts? To some perhaps. Then again, what is romantic? It is defined different than it should be. Too honed to sex rather than merit with lines...fine lines joined specifically for poets, writers, and artists who understand the just difference. The just cause and causation and manifestation of real love.
How pure is pure? When seeking nothing but color from white which is light there is a spectrum. Within that spectrum lies purity and real love of the romantic because it is not superficial. Like a wound from a saber, it is deep and depth is always sought as it is greater than the shallow. Can the heart be found with a piece of cotton or a string when it cannot penetrate as the saber? Aye! However, one would have to learn the trade of understanding to find the value...the depth. Tis all a matter of perception. I have objectively looked over the words in type and hand form and found value to which I am subjective.
If the heart is an instrument of stringed precision, the chords have been struck in a mighty way awakening the sleep to see the greater light. It is good to be reminded of the real now and again by those that truly love us in kind for no reason other than they can. Within our bond lies humanity. To this I cry. ~ Maggie ~ September 24, 2008 @ 7:22 p.m. EST
I dedicate this to my sweet comrade.
No one can rule our thoughts. They can cause us to suffer, they can cause us physical and psychological pain, however, the worst thing they can do is set us free by what they deem as KILLING us. How bad is that? I don’t fear death. How scary is that to someone who does?
Your speaking of sleep and sober reminds me of Rene. You write from your heart. All the books in the world does not make your heart...you do that all by yourself. You are all the people I know and love. You are me and I am you. You are grand as you no matter what you do. I find no flaw in you. My love is unconditional.
Until we chat again...PEACE TO YOU...
~ Maggie
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