Everything that we call „culture“ – at the latest – since the victory of the Enlightenment is born from and the expression of fear of death alone. The mind alone can only try to fight against death. That is its sole task, that is the only thing it can and does…. when it is left…

We love you! Says Trump. And the mob cheers with shining eyes. For it is love that is missing in capitalism. But it is not love that Trump and the mob mean. But the mob believes it is. The true, the redeeming love…. But it is only the clinging together of the lonely and pain…

In materialism, the feminine no longer gives birth to anything. Neither in the family, nor in society, nor in the individual. The systems age…. and wither, because nothing fresh, new is born into them anymore. And there the masculine thinks it is everything in the world…. The materialistically determined consciousnesses are like little oil lamps…

The psychopath must possess everything. There are no exceptions. See Trump, who cannot walk. Capitalism must turn everyone into capitalists. To soulless ones. The glue is then gone. There is complete separation and loneliness and only hatred rules, because nothing exists to compensate for it. Everything is given to the destruction price. See Trump, who…

Of course, we are all pieces in a great game. But it is the cosmic game. The game in the sense. If the game, the infinite vibrations, sends „us“ deep into one-sidedness, materialism, then so be it. If the game provides, then we will leave this sad isle and be allowed to swim and swing…

All we want is love! Says the man from the anti-government demonstration. What can you say… Right in principle. But as long as he wants it personally, it is only a view of his ego. Like all other views such as „Everybody in jail! Those who no longer want love, but experience it as the…

The motive for ALL action must be universal, selfless LOVE! In capitalism, however, this form of love is only allowed on the lower level – and there only in doses, just enough to prevent a breakup, actually only to delay it, just never enough to become free of fear. For it forms with the naked…

You women don’t know the first thing about your power. If you stand in front of the corporate headquarters by the thousands by the tens of thousands and put yourselves in the way of the mercedesse of the boards, the lonely angry children, show them your contempt – and then offer deepest love, then something…

After all, the inner bond between people is there. Hateful capitalism, after all, builds on this bond of true love, on its patience and long-suffering. Builds on this remedy that heals its cruel wounds, builds on the cement that does not let its selfishness and cruelty tear everything apart in a split second. Without the…

Initiation (double bind) Wash my fur. But… don’t get me wet! What if someone expected you to do that? What would it be like if someone stood in front of you, on a dark rainy night in a dark alley, and demanded exactly that from you? You would probably look at him strangely and perhaps…