Borders

B O R D E R S

Once, I wrote about fences, today I am writing about borders.

Living with other people, one is faced living with differences, differentiations and possibly difficulties. It might be oneself, who feels different form others or the other way around. The neighbors, the parents, siblings, friends or society as a whole express - and sometimes impose like movie - a way, which can be alienating at times. On the other side, greater tasks like living in a complex social and material dream, can only be met by just this diversity of character, archetype, homo this and homo that. Some are talking about a division of labour, some call it the kaleidoscope of (wo)men. If one is allowed to exist as an individual today, is even encouraged to do so, one can also choose his or her own borders of social contact, physical commitment or self imposed isolation of all that which might provoke influence over own's life / death: thought, diet, hygiene, sleep, communication and reproduction. There are not so many buttons to push actually. In their combination ..., of course another (love) story. So what are the borders of an individual? Which are the ones of a collective and which purpose do they fulfill? (There will be no answers, if anyone is expecting any.)

Is the human “I” negotiating with its existence as an organic self; a human instead of a machine, an animal, an animation or a thing? Let's ask Gesa Lindamann or Bruno Latour about it. Let's ask God
or the gods.A border differentiates one thing, state, being, attitude, feeling, belief or action from another. If there is only one “I” and then there is I and a million ifs, thats and this', which can be bordered with. Maybe the story ends here: What if the I chooses no borders to interact with. Can I choose so and still be? To choose is to choose for something, a debate which fascinates philosophical thought since intellectual ages and has spawned interesting theories, which are only proving one motivation. To feel this or that way, to think this or that, to act this or that way. The pursuit of happiness fulfilled in the requiem for a dream, which leads to addiction of thought and death. Booohoooo.

Let us make love now. The “I” chooses to be with another “I”. This is called “I and I” and can contain many “Is”, not only two. Maybe to communicate is to love. It can be a jealous, manipulating, lecturing, singing, complimenting, feeling, telepathic, unsure, spontaneous, true love, but it is done in an effort and no guarantee to be received. Kind of like art. Communication can not be calculated with, even though western / some of many (what is western, if one is located in India, Germany or Brazil) thought(s) tries to prove otherwise by promoting a never satisfying linguistic consolidation in cultural and natural sciences. Nevertheless, by communicating with another, an attempt to synchronize with other “Is” can be done. In this process and also because it is so utterly complicated and easily to be misunderstood, judged upon and just not received well or actually effortless achieved, if one applies effort, pre-existing borders of the “Is” are ultimately played with, fused and transformed into new “I and I” borders. Some walk these borders, some protect them, some paint little pictures on them, others leave them again, some feel save inside of them, others attack them, some overstep them, a few try to prove them, some do not feel them, others are expanding them, there are “I and Is”, who/which try to synchronize them. To do what? Make love, of course ;-).

Have a great time and listen as well as you talk!

Your Entourage

The creator of this blog did not create this video or helped creating it, it is the project of a friend Dimitri Basil and others

B O R D E R S

The Moon Mountain

What can I say? Maybe that my life is happening to me?

I am living through an intense personal shift at the moment. Do you, too? I am curious and in awe. I am feeling out my own roots and am taking these steps together with other people, who are just doing one thing: To take the steps together. Let's start walking and see what will happen. Txai puke duake.

Looking at the picture above, I am remembering that evening a few months ago. I had sung at sunset. For the mountains, my own happiness and all that can be sung for. Later I had had a good dinner with some friends, I am also blessed to work with. One of them, a very talented photographer named Hansi (www.hansiheckmair.com) took this picture for me on a bright moon.

If you are experiencing "out of the normal" sequences in your life right now, know that you are not alone.

All the love,
Your Entourage