Getting up early in the morning. Much too early. It is still dark. With a heavy head and as if in absorbent cotton you sit at the kitchen table. Holding on to a cup of coffee. Your eyes look into the void. Silence. If someone were to come noisily to your table. Talking to you with facts, information, opinions. About yesterday, about today, about tomorrow. About here and there. Loudly breaking the silence and piercing the absorbent cotton with his words, like with hammers and knives. Then you will not be able to refrain from an indignant reply. You will become irritated and harshly ask the speaker to stop what he is doing. Because you are in this moment of heaviness, of absorbent cotton, of silence not yet completely in „this world“, in the world of matter and of the mind. Your soul-sense is still further opened than it is possible in the normal case in this world helpfully and painlessly. Therefore the words of the speaker crash down on you like hammers and knives. You perceive them at that moment for what they really are. As the weapons of the mind – If someone came to your table, silently, quietly, slowly. Squatted down next to you. Took your hand and looked up. Looked in full clear depth into your eyes. You could share this heaviness, this absorbent cotton, this emptiness, this silence and together connect in eternity and infinity. These are the moments when miracles can happen. Very simple. In the morning at the kitchen table.