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The supreme aspiration of a human being is commonly understood. To understand the world and its causes, at least to deal with it, to cope with it. This environment is mostly relatively limited. This appears individually personal and depends on a plethora of components and parameters. With environment is now meant not only the concrete material existence of man, but also everything that is going on in his thinking. His dreams, his subconscious, his reflexive actions, his mistakes and things, which emerge from all these connections. It is not possible for the affected person, trapped in the same environment just described, to discover the tremendous complexity of these influences on himself, much less in other people to whom he has very limited access. That means that he does not see the forest for the trees. He understands parts of the whole, perhaps sees the trees that are just in front of him, may even find a mushroom, or finds that the trees can also be felled or ignited, but he always remains in the forest, which he inevitably always can only see limited. This is his view of things, which is based on the fact that the trees eventually exist and, if you are not careful, you could be killed by one. The trees are there, – the environment, then – they are not to be discussed away. One has to behave according to circumstances that dictate the trees and the way through them, one has to adapt to simply survive.What the great religions are doing is announcing that there is a beautiful hilly landscape at the end of the forest path, or at least a clearing somewhere. Everything that has just been said is dualism. It is about a more or less materialistic attitude of man in finding his meaning in terms of his environment. Here, the great religions, in the manner of the prevailing, capital-maximizing system, have created a kind of guide that helps them find their way through the plethora of trees. Out of the forest, however, they only arrive at the end of material, physical life. In contrast to this attitude of faith, which I have tried to clarify with the image of the trees, the true view of life now has nothing to do. He hides behind the gossip with a hand that takes the dualistic world of the West ad absurdum. We are immortal, the material envelopes are only tools for our bundled energy, which uses them in the infinity of the energies of ALL.

The world that one can live, that is the infinity of the stars, the conceptuality, the compelling logic, which is connected to ALL, interacts with each other, that there is an inexpressible great whole, the wonderful creation in great Peace and perfection exist. This great whole consists of all things that are assigned a place in the energy structure of the WHOLE, whether stone, animal, human or plant, whether shooting star or atomic nucleus. As can be proven scientifically in dualism, in fact every thing has its own energy structure.

In fact, there is not a single question that can not be answered directly. …

I have no one, no money, no work, only debts. Where is God?

You are God! But you have, with your misused creative power, built a world that consists of just that: lack. You have created a world apart from what you would consider desirable, an island of hardship and pain. And too eager to defend their borders, jealously careful not to let anyone in. Why did you land on this oh-so-lonely island? Because you are subordinate to the laws and conditions that seem to have dictated the system, what you consider to be life. Desperate, sad, disappointed, you are constantly searching, every day, every second for meaning in this action. And you will not find him. Because it can not exist. No concept works. Because it lacks the foundation. Any concept that you use, no matter in which situation, in what misery you are or not, can only be built on sand, as long as it comes from the crazy system of humans, the ego. There are no rules here, everything changes constantly, passes away, dies, arises. No continuum. No real basis.

You are what you think! Think in categories of the system that are not exhausted in greed, greed, quarrel, resentment, war, grief, death, guilt, law, sin, punishment, want, desperation, bitterness, outcry, fear and panic, numbness, and you will live in them. On these pillars, on this basis do you want to build your life? Do you always have to classify this way? What you always miss when you think in these, the only concepts of the system, is the trust. As a base. The inexhaustible, oversized, incomprehensible love. Which one can and must TRUST. No matter in which situation. The only thing that counts is the ego to eliminate all dualism, to distance oneself, to allow oneself to trust in what can not be called, what stands outside, through, in, above and below, behind the conceptual schemata of the people. And only the will, only the actual willing will effect the healing on the spot (time is irrelevant).

If I understand correctly, all I experience is pure illusion. How can there be a sense of life there?

Yeah.. Inevitably, what we perceive as a human being, as a body, is determined by what we call the past. Every single image that we recognize is merely a fragment of the past, an arbitrary puzzle created with other, perhaps similar, ego-thinking, perception of the system, a very fragmented and unfinished puzzle. A universe of impermanence that is constantly changing, constantly changing. Completely nonsensical and crazy.

Recognizing this is a step in the right direction. But whoever thinks that if he acknowledges this fact, he loses all connection to this world of illusions, if that were the case, then he is completely mistaken. But on the contrary. Real cognition, a perception from the superposition of the Creator, includes the illusions of seeing and hearing and thinking. In other words, in order to actually recognize, there is no need for a return, a sacrifice, a failure.

Because the wonderful thing about the matter is that the knowledge does not negate the world in which we mean to live here. Rather, knowledge resolves it gently from its source. He makes you, who only want to acknowledge a tiny bit of the fact that absolute love can not create suffering, who wants guilt, suffering, and sin to pass away, is one of many doors open. Will never leave you again, accompany you on the way. And this path, no matter how long it takes, no matter how long you feel bound to the system, as long as you continue to search blindly for gods in this, but always, regardless of time, because that does not exist, in the final, unlimited love of creation, of which you are a part.

The sense and the sexuality

Almost every religion postulates the ultimate chastity as the way of the saints, Buddhas, the enlightened ones. That is not by accident. In a state that has the dissolution of the ego, its transformation to the point of view of truth as the ultimate goal, the physical plane is increasingly transcended. The enjoyments, pleasures that offer the seeker sexuality, are left behind, for the fulfillment that comes from the ultimate vision of things makes them unnecessary.

Someone who has gone this far will have absolute control over the body he uses. Thus, any kind of sexuality, if he considers it necessary and desirable, will never ever be a problem for him or her, neither of time nor intensity.

How can there be no death?

God, the inexpressible, the eternal, the Creator is love. The creation is absolute. That means it really contains EVERYTHING. Good and evil, beautiful and ugly. Guilt and sin, suffering, fear and death. They have no stock in love, are absorbed by it, dissolved. Love could be its own creature, God could give to his children, love could never do any harm to their sons and daughters. She just is not capable of that. That is why there is no death, no suffering. These things are illusions that the ego maintains because it can exist only in a world of guilt and sin and suffering and death. But the reality is love. All we have to do is remember, because it is part of the creation in each one of us.

If creation is love, why are not we all happy and full of love?

Because you have so decide. You have a free will as a child of God. You have, at some point in the long past, so long ago, and for so short a time that it represented less than an insignificant eyelash in time, decided to see you separate from the creation. Out of this recollection, in a long forgotten moment, you give yourself at any moment into a world of doubt, tribulation, hopelessness, illness and eventual death. You see the world through the eyes of fear. Your division of the world into good and evil, which is how the ego is accomplished, with bits and pieces of your past that fit in with the stuff, can be in the midst of all the other hierarchies that are just as crazy and unrelated to produce only suffering.

Just step back in your mind. That which you perceive is not the reality. That’s illusion. The truth that can not be perceived, but only known, is the absolute, non-exclusive love.

Why does God allow so much suffering?

You see what you want to see. Your complete presence in the world of suffering, fear and attack is only to project outward what you feel in your mind of incomprehension and despair. God, what can not be explained by words, the inexpressible, is love itself. In an absolute way. This leads the alleged fact of what you see to ad absurdum. It is an illusion that exists out of what your ego, the ego system of this world, has brought to you. The perception of your very personal truth. Absolute love knows no suffering, no death, no illness. It contains, dissolves, lets disappear, makes you nothing Nothing has always been nothing but decisionless and pure. What you see in suffering and misery in the world is the vision of fear. If you turn the show of love, the suffering will be dissolved. Your perception is changing.

Is there reincarnation?

If there is no death, there can be no reincarnation. The body has nothing to do with what makes man, he is just a transient form. All form is indisputable illusion. What sets us apart will not die, but it will continue to dream if it has not yet awakened, to forgiveness and to love. It will find another form and continue on its way until time plays no part in eternal love, it awakens to this reality of the eternal, understands what Buddha, Jesus, Muhammad and all the other enlightened ones actually said: The timeless Now eternity is absolute love, she is here, only we are too blind to see her.

Why does God make me suffer like that?

You let yourself suffer. Because you are God! Your suffering arises from the fear you feel in a world of crazy illusions. You can not understand the world as you like it, because it’s as flighty as madness is. You are looking for a hold, perhaps thinking of finding him in idols of this world. But how should it be possible to find security, stability in a life that is defined exclusively by death?

It works with confidence, a confidence in the fact that God, or whatever you want to call it, is love, that’s why his children can only receive love, the realization that the absolute love that is God is only love everything else must inevitably be an illusion. This also means, for example, that the death of a person who is close to one, so meaningless, cruel, unfair, may be an act of love. Even if it is in no way to understand. Who can doubt the absolute? It involves death, negates it, dissolves it.

I would like to believe, but I do not know what. Everything seems so unreliable.

Look into yourself. There you will find God, or the meaning, whatever. All that is necessary is trust. Admit that you do not understand. Trust in love, make it your god. You can not go wrong. Doors will open, towards the light, which will never close again.The mere presence of a confused perception blocks knowledge.


Forgiveness is the liberation of time.

The idea of ​​guilt keeps you trapped in suffering.

Sin generates death. Sin is illusion.

A loving Creator does not allow suffering.

There are no sins. Only errors. Errors can be rectified.

Confusion is not limited. If she occurs she is perfect. And her presence hides her presence.

The system tries to prove with fear and guilt that it really is.

The truth can not be perceived. Only recognized.

This world of illusion is based on the idea of ​​guilt.

Love is the source.

The idea of ​​death denies love.

The idea of ​​sin limits you to time and place.

Love is an open system.

God does not forgive. Because he never judged.

Fear condemned. Love forgives.


When someone reflects in his own mind on the original state of his mind, all deceptive thoughts resolve themselves into the realm of the ultimate reality. No one is there to cause suffering and no one who suffers. Milarepa (12th cent.) It is clear from these words of one of the most important masters of Tibetan Buddhism that one’s own mind does not necessarily dwell on the immediate experience of its self-being, its original state. Yet, one’s own mind is never separate from its original state, from that One Spirit, which is itself, and beside which nothing else exists.

Imagine pointing a straw up at the sky and looking through it. The infinite width of the sky narrows to a small point within the limited field of view. By fixing your limiting, dualistic thinking, your perception narrows to the microcosmic aspect of the cosmic mind. And so you find yourself in the regrettable state of narrowing your consciousness with the illusion of a supposed individuality that finds itself separate from everything it perceives.

What you generally call the ego has no reality of its own. It is merely a fleeting connection of ever-changing energies. Your so-called individual existence is in reality nothing more than an uninterrupted process of the interaction of impersonal factors of existence.

These factors of existence, the Skandhas, are divided into five groups in Buddhism. They are listed in the order of decreasing density and materiality. Physicality, sensations, perceptions, mental stimuli and consciousness. However, neither of these skandhas, nor the skandhas in their entirety, may be considered as a self-contained, self-sufficient self, nor consciousness that in its fineness comes closest to the idea of ​​a soul. Consciousness here is not to be understood as an unchanging being behind the experiences, as many believe, but as consciousness formations, processes of consciousness.

Consciousness is a process of consciousness. It is not a reality behind the experience, but consciousness is an event, that is, a chain of successive moments of consciousness. Buddhist psychology speaks here of consciousness flashes. These give the illusion of a continuous, uninterrupted consciousness. It is comparable to a successive series of photographs, which gives the illusion of objects and movements by means of a film projector on the screen. For example, we see a river, but in reality we only see the expiration of a plethora of images of moments of consciousness, that is, it is just a chain of momentary existences and moment combinations. The individual moments of all processes of mental and physical life are constantly changing without interruption. They change so fast that the change is not noticed. Thus, there is nothing else than a chain of momentary existences and moment combinations, in the manner of successive flashes of consciousness.

All the factors of existence which belong to an individual and the world of phenomena which he experiences exist only for a brief moment, and in the next moment there is already nothing left of what has just come into existence. All personality-craving factors of existence are unstable and in reality have no being. They are only pretense, they are just an event and have no independent existence. For everything that comes into existence depends on something that precedes it. Nothing is a thing in itself, out of itself. Everything is only an event in the form of an illusion of appearance, conditioned by what has gone before.

Everything that can become the content of your perception, arises in dependence on something else, and thus it has a beginning. But everything that has a beginning is subject to the law of becoming and declining and therefore will have an end. But the beginning and the end are illusory moments. They are within the moment of time, but time and space have no reality. Time and space are only categories of consciousness, that is to say, they are predefined conditions by means of which the individual consciousness perceives a supposed external world. In reality, however, everything is only an idea, that is, an idea, and thus not an entity of its own. But we do not want to go too deeply into Buddhist psychology of perception, otherwise your heads may start smoking, and the lecture will be too long. It is essential for you, above all, to know and recognize that the world, as you perceive it, is only a projection. It is a projection of consciousness, which is not a being in itself, but an event. All perceptions and ideas, all thoughts are thus not different from the thinker, for the thoughts are illusory and the thinker who thinks the thoughts, too. Thus, the thinker is nothing more than an event, he has no real being.

Now we come back to our saying of Milarepa. When someone in their own mind remembers the original state of their mind … The original state of your mind is the reality behind all experiences. It is the One Spirit next to which nothing else exists and which remains completely untouched by all change and death. The One Mind and One’s Mind are one and the same reality in their essence. To know the nature of one’s own mind therefore means to know the nature of the all-encompassing wholeness of being. The One Mind is like the screen behind all the images, movements, colors and shapes of a film. When one perceives this uninvolved spectator of all experiences, one perceives the original state of mind, and … all deceptive thoughts dissolve themselves into the realm of ultimate reality. The deceptive thoughts are the entire ego process, that is, the process of solidifying and maintaining the illusion of an apparent personality, and thus the cycle of birth, aging, despair, illness, pain and death. In other words, the impersonal factors of existence and samsara are one and the same process. But one’s own mind is never separate from the reality of the One Mind, whether he is aware of it or not. The moment the limitation of one’s own mind falls, the narrowing of consciousness, the pseudo-individuality with its perceived world, dissolves. In this experience of emptiness, wide and open as the sky, reveals the limitless vastness of the One Spirit, who had limited himself and identified with this limitation. In this enlightenment experience, it is as if a bubble bursts. The inner space of the soap bubble and the outer space dissolve and become one.

But you can not make this total liberation of the mind deliberate. You can not force her. You can not fight the self-created limit, because the more you fight it, the more it solidifies into an insurmountable dark dungeon. You incarcerate yourself in a dungeon of ignorance. And now we want to continue the saying of Milarepa, the sentence continues namely: When someone in his own mind remembers the original state of his spirit, all deceptive thoughts dissolve of themselves in the realm of the last reality. No one is there to cause suffering and no one who suffers. „When thoughts rise, all things rise,“ Huang-po says, and when thoughts dwindle, all things vanish. And when all things are dwindling, all personality-craving factors of life disappear and thus the whole samsara. Everything that makes up a pseudo-individual in its overall constellation disappears.The ego, that is, the delusion of a self-existing personality, dissolves, and thus there is no one left to cause suffering. And when there is no one who causes suffering, there is no one who suffers. Suffering does not come from the outside, it always comes from the inside. For the transience of all the pleasures you experience in the world can never cause suffering to you if you do not cling to it. That’s why Master Eckhart says. All suffering comes from love and affection. Therefore, I am sorry for transient things, so I have and my heart still has love and penchant for transitory things. So it is no wonder that God allows me to endure rightly harm and suffering. If you want to hold on to the pleasant, or better, the pleasing in your imagination, and it withdraws from you, then there is always suffering. But the thing itself does not cause you any harm.

Only the attachment to the transient causes suffering. For attachment is hardening, hardening, and hardening is always solidification, non-motion. It is opposite the river of Tao. That’s why even the old Laotse says that the hard and the rigid do not die a good death. And Zen master Yüan-wu says all things are really not at times. Let your mind flow without dwelling on anything. An old master says: Do not disturb anything and do not dwell on anything, be it from this world or not. If you stay away from something, you stop and hinder your change. So. Get rid of all your conditioning! Get rid of all your identifications with what you think you are and with what you have experienced at some point! Get rid of all the intellectual garbage you’ve stored in your brain! Free yourself from the shadows of a dead past that are not worth wasting even a single thought, but that are the basis of Western psychology. Without this rooting in this garbage, there would be no Western psychology, no therapy. This is the way to tame the horse by the tail, and that’s why it always leads around in a circle. You can try as much as you like and try to find a way out of your hopeless situation through psychology. You are confused and strive with all your might to come out and thereby entangle yourself deeper and deeper into the tendrils of self-induced mental confusion. In this way, you remain trapped in this mental chaos, in this delusion, in your prison of conditioning, behavioral patterns, and thought patterns. And, last but not least, it turns out that you might fall into a psychosis or even a permanent psychosis. And finally, you end up in the pats. That’s why I advise you: Get rid of all this nonsense! But you can not do that liberating.

Now when you, as you sit here in this moment, leave everything as it is and sink into the immediate moment of Now, then you are reflecting on your original state of mind. This means that in a forgetting of your self and all things, you let go of everything and not cling to the idea of ​​past and future, which are nothing more than empty thoughts. Past, present and future are the sequel to the illusion of space and time, but this is all just like a leaf blown past the window of our consciousness by the autumn wind, it is gone. Space and time form the samsaric foundations of your world-life. But a single moment of immediate presence of pure awareness, and you are in the absolute now, and the haunt of space-time illusion dissipates. Here there is no ego and no you, no coming and no going, no before and no after.

Here is only the now, and this now is the reality of the divine being of which Master Eckhart says God is the absolute Nun. You do not have to search anywhere, you do not have to go anywhere. Where do you want to seek the reality of your being that you are? Where do you want to find „the divine light“ that shines in the darkness, as it says in the prologue of the Gospel of John. Where do you want to find it, except in yourself? But one thought and another thought, and already arise feelings and ideas. Greed, hate, and delusion rise, and samsara becomes more and more solidified. All this covers the true state of the mind so that the divine light shining in the darkness can not be known. To seek this light, your true being, by means of discriminating thought, by means of the intellectual faculty of knowledge, would be exactly as if you were seeking a burning candle in a great place in bright sunshine. It must be completely dark. MU! Nothing! Not wanting, not thinking. Finally have the courage to leave things as they are. That is the great trust that needs to be realized. It is important that you awaken this great trust in you. This happens because you do not build on yourself, on your intellectual possibilities, but in Wuwei, dwelling in the non-doing and giving the almighty essence of the divine omnipotence the power to work. Wuwei means to dwell in the non-doing so that the Tao can work in you and through you. By the words Master Eckhart’s God works and I will. You can not enforce anything, if only because there is nothing to achieve. Once you believe that there is anything to achieve, there is some goal to be achieved, you are in the hell of the demons of discriminating thinking. However, these demons are nothing but your own projections. It is your self-generated inner tension because you are chasing a wishful thinking that only exists in your head. Because inner tension is always inhibited want. Now everything is here! (Zensho hits the floor with the stick !!!) You do not miss anything. Not the least. So what is it that leads you to me? What is your concern? Sons and daughters of the Most High, modes of divine reality. You are absolute being, limitless consciousness and eternal bliss, and everything else is just foams, dreams and shadows without any reality.

That’s why Milarepa says: When someone in his own mind remembers the original state of his mind, all deceptive thoughts automatically dissolve into the realm of ultimate reality. No one is there to cause suffering and no one who suffers. The most exhausting study of all scriptures teaches us no more than this one. Remember the original state of your mind and never forget who you really are! Do not identify with what you have experienced once! Do not hold yourselves for what you believe to have been once, just as you saw yourself in your ignorance and how others saw or still see you! It’s all just as unrealistic as a dream you’ve ever dreamed of.

Source: Zensho W. Kopp, The Freedom of Zen1. Consider, for example, the free space:

What is based on what? So it is with Mahamudra: it is based on nothing. Without being influenced, let go [let it be], rest at ease. Let go of what holds you fast, and unboundedness is without a doubt.

When you look into the open space, seeing stops. So it is with the mind when it looks at the mind, then the stream of thoughts comes to an end, and the highest awakening comes out of it.

Fog rising from the earth and disappearing in space. They do not go anywhere, nor do they stay. And also: Though thoughts arise, and whenever you then recognize your mind, the clouds of thought clear.

The free space is beyond color or shape. He does not accept color, neither black nor white: he does not change. Likewise, your mind has neither color nor shape in its essence. He does not change just because you are healing or unwholesome.

. Even the darkness of thousands of eons can not darken the radiance that is the essence of the sun. Similarly, aeons of Sa? Sara can not obscure the pure [unblended] clarity that is the essence of your own mind.

Although you also say that free space is empty, you still can not say that it is so. And likewise, though the mind is considered pure [unmixed] clarity, there is nothing there: you can not say it is so ‚

.Accordingly, the nature of the mind is inherently like free space: it contains everything you experience.

Stop any physical activity: sit at ease. Do not talk, nor talk: Let the sounds be empty, like the echo. Do not worry about anything: look at the experience beyond the thoughts. ,

Your body has no core, is hollow as a bamboo. Your mind goes beyond mere thoughts, is open as free space. Let go of control and rest right there. 11th

A mind without projections, that is Mahamudra. Practice and develop this and the highest awakening will result.

. You do not understand the pure

clarity of mahamudra with the help of classical texts or philosophical systems, nor mantras, paramitas, vinaya, sutras or other hodgepodge.

. Any ambition disguises pure clarity and you will not see it. Thinking about vows undermines engagement. Do not think about anything; drop any ambition. Let what ascends calm down by oneself, like the patterns on the water. Neither a placement or a focus, nor missed the target. Do not break this commitment: it is the light in the dark. If you are free of ambition and hold no points of view, you will understand all that the scriptures teach. If you open yourself to this, you are free from the prison of Sa? Sara. If you calm yourself, everything that is unwholesome and distorted will burn out. This is called ‚the light of the teaching‘.

The fools are not interested in it; from the streams of Samsara they are constantly pulled away. Oh, how regrettable these fools are, their hardships never end. Do not take this hardship, long for freedom, and trust an experienced teacher. When his (her, its) energy enters your heart, your own mind will be free.

What joy! The ways of samsara are nonsensical: they are the seeds of suffering. The usual ways are futile: focus on what is consistent and true. Royal intuition is beyond [dualistic] attachment. Royal exercise means no distraction. Royal behavior is neither action nor effort. The fruit shows when you are free of hope and fear.

. Beyond any frame of reference, the mind is blatantly clear. Where there is no path

begins the path of awakening. Where there is nothing to work on,

Do you arrive at the deepest awakening?

Oh! Look carefully at the experiences of this world. Nothing remains. It’s like a dream, like magic. The dream, the magic, they make no sense. Experience this sorrow and forget the concerns of the world.

Cut through all entangled bonds with the land or clan. Practice alone in forests or retired in the mountains. Rest, without exercising anything. If you start to get lost, you will arrive at Mahamudra. 20th

. A tree spreads its branches and leaves. Cut off the root and wither ten thousand branches. Cut the root of the spirit as well, wither the leaves of samsara.

20. Although the darkness has been accumulating for thousands of eons, a single light dispels it completely. And likewise, a moment of pure clarity dispels the ignorance, the unwholesome and the confusion of thousands of aeons.1What joy! With the mind you do not realize what is beyond the mind. Through bustle you will not understand what inactivity means. If you want to know what is beyond the mind, the bustle, then cut your mind at its root and rest in naked awareness.

Let the murky waters of thought calm down and clear. Let the apparitions come and go by themselves. Without changing anything, the world you experience becomes Mahamudra. Because the ground of experience has no beginning, the patterns and distortions diminish. Rest in what has no beginning, without self-interests or expectations. Let what appears to appear on its own and let [any] concepts fade away.

The most royal intuition is free of any references. The most regal exercise is immeasurable and deep, without limits. The most regal behavior is open-minded and unbiased. The most royal fruit is unbiased being, free of worries.

In the beginning, practice is like a river rushing through a ravine. In the middle it flows calmly and gently like the river Ganges. In the end, it is like where all the waters meet, like a mother and her child.

25. If your mind is not so ingenious and does not really rest, then work on the foundations of energy and bring out the liveliness of awareness. Use [various] techniques and


gazes to focus the mind. Practice awareness until it truly rests.

. When you practice with an intimate partner, empty, blissful awareness rises. Equalizing method and wisdom transforms the energy. Let her descend gently, collect her, pull her up, bring her back to her place, and then let her penetrate your whole body. When you are free of desire and desire, empty, blissful awareness rises. 27. You have a long life, your hair does not turn gray and you look like the moon. You radiate health and well-being and are as strong as a lion. The simple skills you gain quickly and then open the highest. May these key teachings, which comprise the foundations of Mahamudra, be in the hearts of all worthy beings


The tin

The rider looked haggard, his leather trousers torn, the shirt dirty brown, the cardigan stuffed many times. His long, white hair fell in greasy strands over his shoulders, his light-gray beard shaggy. The horse, a worn-out horse, which was to stand for a long time on a sunny pasture at the Grace Bread, emaciated to the ribs, the tail a scrawny shred. The path went uphill, the walls of the castle loomed before the two, in their obvious Tristesse so similar seeing figures, brightly lit up.

The goal of a long, lifelong journey. Indeed, a life of privation, valleys, sheer impregnable cliffs, abysses. He was once chosen to represent humanity in the search for meaning and origin. His path took him to all heights, depths, all the wrong paths, errors, enticements, here. Popes, scientists, doctors advised him, he had gathered all the knowledge of the world. What did that teach him? The adversity of the world, the catastrophes, the death, – the suffering alone represented the cause! Everything turned around … yes! Pandora’s Box. And here she hid herself, in this building, this castle, in that remote, distant place of every civilization. As if by magic, the drawbridge creaked as horse and rider crossed it with the echoing sound of hooves on the wooden planks. At the Finish! All the experiences he had accumulated in the life he acquired, acquired, fell to, imposed on him, eventually brought him here. The sum of his wisdom, the clenched library of human knowledge at his side, led the horseman to the can of Pandora.

He dismounted, leaving the trembling horse in the foggy forecourt. A steep staircase made of rough stone blocks led to the mighty oakwood portal. He felt exhausted, drained, but the knowledge of the existence of the can, which stood there open, which gave its ominous swaths behind this wood, tightened his limbs again. The door opened after a slight pressure. A gigantic hall. In the middle of a table, the can stood with his back to him, he could see the top of the unfolded lid, not the contents. He walked slowly, his hand on his sword over the marble floor to the table, which looked like an altar. He approached the shrine, saw him from the front.

The box Pandoras empty. He understood. Always empty!

However, incorporated in the lid: a mirror! A mirror! Shocked, he closed the can. Humanity ceased to exist and the earth became a planet of joy.


In an unknown era, a boy named Gabriel grew up in a lonely hamlet, in the middle of the fertile steppe. His father, Ion, owned the only blacksmith’s shop far and wide. A man just like a blacksmith. A powerful upper body, thick muscle packages on the upper arms, the hands true paws. His imposing mustache, which he wore in the style of the clan in long strands down to his stomach, gave his features something brutal. But those who knew him better, as Gabriel imagined, could recognize the dreamer, the thinker, the artist. Gabriel’s mother, her name was Deba, appeared beside him like a fairy. Small, delicate, the delicate features of an elf. Her blond hair perfected the picture. A well-functioning spouse, because Deba was just the opposite of Ions character, at least to the outside. She sprayed with energy. In the village community, which consisted of just 50 houses, there was nothing that would not have upgraded her with her cheerfulness. Gabriel had inherited the mother’s physique and the brooding nature of her father. His hair, however, was the color of polished ebony. As with all children, the hair was grown, braided. Only at the Mannbarkeitsritual, in the girls the inclusion in the women’s group, cut off the hair. In the next phase of life, it would grow again, the braid is then no longer braided. This tradition was based on the belief that hair belonged to the head, in which the dreams were filed. Not only Gabriel’s stature quickly showed his father that his son was not suitable as a successor to the blacksmith’s profession. Nonetheless, he stopped him doing heavy physical work, so the fragile boy grew into a muscular, lanky young dude. Life, it seemed to Gabriel, was like being in a paradise. Despite, perhaps because of the work in Ion’s workshop, he lacked nothing. The same could be said with justification by each of the inhabitants of the community. This was probably a good part of the modest political system that governed coexistence. It consisted of a council of wise women, the respective rank as one of the nine members passed on to the eldest daughter. The system has worked great since time immemorial. No one had the leisure or the desire to imagine otherwise.

Gabriel was at his disposal any possibility that resulted in the context of the village and the surrounding area. He had a firm roof over his head, the food was served three times a day, mental drinks, which incidentally he rather averse, there in the tavern. The girls would have stood in line, had he not been completely in love with the undoubtedly most beautiful lady of the village, who also reciprocated this love.

The belief of the people, a fertility religion that turned to the sun as the center of divine existence, did not impose any restrictions on sexuality. Commonly known herbs prevented unwanted pregnancies.

Gabriel had exhausted all his experiences and knowledge as the manliness ritual came into conceivable proximity, fulfilling all his immediate wishes. why not live like this? But there was this bug, he lived between his eyes, behind his forehead. Gabriel knew in detail how he looked. An ordinary dung beetle. He whispered. What’s the point? Is not there more? Is not there anything else? Sexuality could be lived out only to a certain point, which put his body, despite youthful vitality him. Alcohol and drugs gave him nothing. There were no books. The work, well, he had everything he needed, more. A marriage, kids? The beetle let out a loud hawking. So Gabriel relied on the food. He ate everything, in fact. With all his senses. First, only the local kitchen, to the point of weariness, a corresponding weight, which did not let him run. He relied on the fruits of the forest, he ate a good time of herbs, fruits, tried all the game, the insects. He did not stop even in front of wood. Soon he found himself able to distinguish the most diverse types of wood by variety, location, age. He ate rocks, earth, even tasted metals. Finally, there was nothing he had not already tried. For a long time he thought.

Could this be everything the sun, the god, had to offer? The beetle behind his forehead jumped up and down.

Now Gabriel began to eat the colors. It started on a walk in the woods, looking for edible roots. The leaf of a bush he brushed by fascinated him, from one moment to the next. He stroked gently over the lime green of the structure, there was a little stuck to his finger syringe. Before he knew it, he put his finger in his mouth.

The beetle chuckled. Herb, this green tasted a little salty. Fascinated, he roamed through the forest, tasting here and there, fell into a true taste rush, which of course found no end at home. Every shade of his parents‘ house, the village, the people, animals, household items he tasted. Then the pattern of the blanket tasted of bitter almond, while the black of the blacksmith’s hammer tasted sweet, rotting. So he felt, drunk with sensory impressions, through the colorations. Finally, many years he collected the impressions, also this experience came to an end. More! There must be other things! the beetle creaked, lowering its pince-nez into Gabriel’s brain.

Mother, father! Dearest friend! I will leave you! There is more out there! He stood in the spacious parlor of his parents‘ house, desperately trying to fall into passivity with this decided sentence, against the urge to go. Here he set the course. His now thirty-year life decided. The information content secondary. The next morning he left his native village, with only a small leather satchel as his luggage. The hike across the steppe landscape brought him a host of new sensory impressions, tastes, colors, forms, but he already knew many of them from the village community. That changed when he came closer to the capital after weeks of travel. There were things he had never seen, smelled, tasted before. The city itself plunged him into excessive confusion. He found lodging in a cottage on the outskirts, got a horse. Only by the hour did he explore the chaotic conglomerate of impressions that seemed to crush him in the city. So much new! So much unknown, unexplainable!

Almost another thirty years, the ever-widening experience of Gabriel interrupted only by climaxes, such as the realization of death when he had to grave his two parents, the beetle was silent in his head. But then he reported to the aged Gabriel, painfully, again. You have learned so much! What’s the point? God. The sun! answered Gabriel, the seeker. Where is she? And the beetle thrust the tips of its claws into Gabriel’s brain.other, father! Dearest friend! I will leave you! There is more out there! He stood in the spacious parlor of his parents‘ house, desperately trying to fall into passivity with this decided sentence, against the urge to go. Here he set the course. His now thirty-year life decided. The information content secondary. The next morning he left his native village, with only a small leather satchel as his luggage. The hike across the steppe landscape brought him a host of new sensory impressions, tastes, colors, forms, but he already knew many of them from the village community. That changed when he came closer to the capital after weeks of travel. There were things he had never seen, smelled, tasted before. The city itself plunged him into excessive confusion. He found lodging in a cottage on the outskirts, got a horse. Only by the hour did he explore the chaotic conglomerate of impressions that seemed to crush him in the city. So much new! So much unknown, unexplainable!

Almost another thirty years, the ever-widening experience of Gabriel interrupted only by climaxes, such as the realization of death when he had to grave his two parents, the beetle was silent in his head. But then he reported to the aged Gabriel, painfully, again. You have learned so much! What’s the point? God. The sun! answered Gabriel, the seeker. Where is she? And the beetle thrust the tips of its claws into Gabriel’s brain.

The next morning Gabriel rode away from the city to seek the sun. For ten years, half a horse’s life, he trotted across the land, crossing the seas. But he did not find the place where the glowing ball, the essence of life lay sleeping. At the end of his knowledge, desperate, he finally found a cave in a lonely place in the mountains. Here lived a hermit, a holy man. Gabriel asked for advice. You tasted the colors of the world. Now you are looking for the sun. But find the beginning of a rainbow and you will understand!

Gabriel, an old man soon, began looking for the beginning of the rainbows. When his horse died, he buried it under an oak tree, then proceeded, supported by a gnarled staff of the same tree, with arthritic bones. One evening, a thunderstorm surprised him. As the rain subsided, the sun came out through the clouds, Gabriel noticed a gigantic rainbow forming. Amazed, he observed that the play of colors on the neighboring hill had its beginning. As fast as his feet carried him, he fell through the waist-high grass, scratching at bushes to reach the hill. Trembling, he finally stood before the broad ribbons, which seemed to unite here with the earth in a miraculous game. The beetle remained in silence.

Gabriel stepped closer, bent down, grabbed a piece of one of the many blue, here you really found every shade. This blue tasted like tang, sea, ocean. it tasted, wonderful. Unearthly. Gabriel began to eat the rainbow. He ate one color after another, paying attention to variety, in strange, joyful excitement. Satisfied, when he finished his long meal, he realized that he had eaten the colors of the world.

He looked around, the world no longer existed. At that moment, after almost 75 years of searching, Gabriel saw the reality. No colors, no world. She is just an illusion. Only he himself remained.

Gabriel, the sunbeam, who always thought he was alone, in this beautiful, sometimes terrible world he had tasted, realized that he is a part of the sun that does not need colors because it is the color itself.