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I am space. Technically, everyone is.
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Somewhere out there was something.
It wasn’t sure what it was, couldn’t find the words to describe its own magnificent existence. It was only sure that it was aware of itself.
Stars flared into existence, and were gone mere blinks of an eye later. Eons passed in what might have actually been decades.
It started to witness its surroundings.
Dust and ice. Nuclear fires of suns burning hot. Some of them living a gentle life, never really shining all that bright unless one happened to see in the Infrared.
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I’ve thought long, and hard before writing these words. I’ve pondered every conceivable angle of approach, probed many an idea before committing to this.
Once Lae suggested ‘Himmelsgeschenk’ as a topic, many different images jumped into my head, one more vivid than the other. Some had too much of a theistic touch, and the idea of writing about them would’ve easily ended up being just a rant, and for what it’s worth, I don’t intend to rant in this category (that’s what the ‘Fanboy Rants’ category is for, after all).
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Dreams of a Friend. Strangely enough, that’s a topic, a field that’s as wide as it is deep.

Everyone dreams, one more subdued, the other in a vivid and intense way. But there are no exceptions – everyone dreams.

I’m one of the latter kind. I almost always remember my dreams, and I experience them to be powerful. Sometimes I have dreams that make kick-ass movies. Other times, I just dream the plot of some Hollywood Blockbuster with some strange twisted Element (Independence Day with Apple’s CEO replacing every face of every character was among the more memorable ones). Sometimes the dreams just make plain no sense (ever tried killing a giant gummy bear by farting in its general direction? Yeah, I apparently watch too much Monty Python), but admittedly, it’s the dreams involving my friends that turn out to be the most intense and emotionally powerful ones, no matter what emotions they evoked in me.

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Entanglements. The very word has a whole lot of different meanings for each and everyone gazing on these letters.
“Ugh, my hair’s entangled again.”, one says one morning when you find yourself unable to tame the mane on your head without causing pain. Yet others choose to purposely entangle their hair in a ponytail or in braids in an effort to exert more control over the rebellious strands sticking out in every conceivable direction.
“More turns!”, an engineer might yell in a factory producing steel cables for the cable cars in your favourite winter resort. This is entanglement, too, both in very literal and very wide sense… It’s the entanglement of multiple steel wires which gives this cable a greater strength when compared to a simple line of steel of the same diameter, and as such, as is with braids, the controlled entanglement of material gives a superior and more desirable outcome than would the random and/or straight option in either case. The clothes you wear daily are another manifestation of controlled entanglements, one we nowadays take for granted.
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This is going to be a somewhat recurring type of post in the coming weeks and months..
Once a week, a dear friend of mine (Laetitia – check out her blog in German) and me will challenge each other to do a blog post about a topic at hand.

Her topic this time was ‘Appearance/Semblance‘. Likewise, she challenged me to do a blog post about “Farben der Welt”, literally ‘Colours of the World’. So here I go, I guess.. (continue reading…)

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