sela magdalena

the beautiful woman who sold her love to others, but that’s exactly why jesus loved her and forgive her sins. how blessed it seems to lie in the arms of a poor woman, who knows all about. prominently in the bible is that jesus is more concerned with those who struggle with themselves and with the poor in spirit than the hypocrites and the self-sufficients who obediently sit in the front row of the church and look around to be seen. of course it's naughty of me to compare you in my fantasy to maria magdalena. a consolation, i was not going to pay (with thirty pieces of silver), although the idea excites my imagination more than one common thinks. sela is a rest-sign where music is inside, i will find the peace that i so need. romantic isnt it?

our new home

since december first we live in a new home. its located in a national recreation park: "hoge kempen" (5700 ha). the new "house" is a kind of refined log cabin with all concievable luxuary: triple isolation, double glazing, electric heating system/airco, 2 kerosine heaters, a 5-burner gas stove, luxurious shower cabin with light, radio, fan and a kind of jaccuzzi function, 2 refrigerators/freezers, washing machine/dryer, led-spots in the ceiling and 2 led-tv's. there is a restaurant at walk-distance (30 meters, a pool at 60 meters distance, a tennis court and a fishpond (all inclusive ;)-- because it is a new house it is quite logical that we bought a little black car: the chevrolet spark (the 4-years-old chevrolet aveo fall out of place :)- and to my surprise x-mas already started before 25th of december, and the view through the 6 windows in our living room is breath-taking. and even santa claus is present. nature is splendid as it is and now we can rediscover the flora and fauna (ringdove is on the x-mas menu ;)-- the intriguing silence encourages my philosophical mind to produce de novo chimera and deep thoughts. who can do better?

the white silence

living in the winter in a rural area of a national park is a special sensation, it sharps the mind to register the everywhere nothingness and the silence of the lambs. there are a few birds who whip up with their beaks the rotten autumn leaves and scatter them all around, picking in the soil in the hope to outwit an earthworm, there is a quite acrobatic squirrel that runs from tree to tree even along the thin and fragile twigs high above the frozen ground, the doves are always grouped in a swarm, looking for waste left by humans, a couple of jays with their black and white plumage are whipping together in the witty fields, ruling the smaller birds around, on the roof of the opposite cabin there is a thick carpet of snow that seems to fall off of the roof. the icicles on the roof outscore one and a half meter, they stand in a row and seem to function as a pan flute for the icy snow queen. i empty my mind from the already nothingness in my brain in the hope to fill up the gaps like a monk in nirvana, but i never was induct in the secrets of such a belief, despite my ancestors were free masons.

in my thoughts

is it good when i can be personal present with you, whenever i want, in thoughts, who are mine and ergo not can be thought by other persons. the pathway of thoughts, that leads to the fact that the object of this thought is bond inmediately in a direct way, while this object has no idea at all. it is a logical and obligate present- ness, a remembrance and it is almost impossible that this can be know by any another because this is my keepsake.

otherwise it is when this thought has been communicated in any way possible. depending the intentionality of the thoughts, the object is been transformed to a direct- indirect- or even a submissive object. rather i hadn't said anything about my delicate thoughts, because they are too personal. but at last and not least the intention behind the thoughts is to love the object. this doesn't guarantee you that this love is mutual.

time and idea

strange how "equal" time intervals behave in my humble brain. last time i was in discussion with a nice person, and exact because of that i ordered a special belgium beer and look the first one was excellent in presentation and flavour, if you know what a duvel (devil) is. i felt strong and also the beer. i had a nice conversation with my opponent in my brain merely also because my identical twinbrother was living far away in vancouver, canada. and because as you know a good discussion makes a person thirsty, especially a good opponent, i ordered another beer. i noticed that our discussion intensified and it seems that in the last glass was not that much centiliters than in the first glass. strange because the time-interval between the two beers seems to be the same and also because our duvels (devils) came from the same can. i don't have to tell you what happend next, when my twinbrother also ordered a beer :)