I stand at the window and see a wasp flying up and down in the blackberry bushes. It is the beginning of October. Until two weeks ago, hundreds of their kind were still feasting on the blossoms in a large ivy. What a hubbub and buzz it was! I often could hardly tear myself away from this sight. So beautiful was this contemplation for me. But also this last big food source of the year was running out. Already when they still enjoyed this sweet nectar to hundreds, their fate was certain. Except for the queens they will all soon die of hunger…
Now the wasp flies here. In the blackberry bushes. Up and down, where there are no more nourishing flowers.
Every year this dying comes. Cycles. For every animal. For every species… At every time. In natural, tasteless, surrendering harmony.
Only the human being. He does not want to surrender to the cycle. Before he dies, the others die first. When he goes, there will be nothing left. For nothing and nobody. He sends the destruction of everything, what is in his reach, before his destruction. He is not circle, because he knows nothing of this. It is straight. Linear. And straight ahead means „towards a goal“. And to have a final goal means to have nothing but death….