„I do not know if I’m a man who dreams of being a butterfly, or if I’m a butterfly that dreams of being a man.“
Dschuang Dsi (350 – c. 275 BC) Taoist philosopher
There is this fresh root in beings, like a spirit umbilical cord. The personality weaves itself from there automatically. But even before the stories about oneself are woven – how great one is or what a failure, what one wants to achieve or avoid – it is quiet …
The stories banish beings in bewitched dreams, full of fear, exertion and confusion, but at the root it is quiet. Here life flows directly, without caring about the concerns of the personality …
Inspiration pushes straight from the liveliness into expression. It gives us dreams that touch, enchant, encourage and satisfy longing …
