Ach, Life, and all those Angsts!

    Where are we now? Wo ist meine liebe? 

    Auf Deutcschland, ich weis. I think. I tink.

    We make fun of stereotypes, be they Germans, or French, or Ethiopians, or Filipinos, or 

    Americans.

    Nous sommes Americaines, say the Chilean rock group Los Prisioneros.

    How the South American rockers characterize how they see themselves,

    much in comparison to everyone else.

    Existential gripes--angst, as I said up above.

    I tried the m dash. Artificial Intelligence, is the M dash, says a co-worker.

    History has led us here, intrapersonal and interpersonal.

    Contextual, material, and factual, and sometimes the irrational enters as well.

    The fictional, the untrue even.

    Style and tastes, predilections and drives. Or styles, plural.

    Marx and Freud, and less known Germans and theorists and philosophers, and "thinkers" and "influencers" (at least academically), who create environments where we operate and behave and live.

    And eventually die.

    The whole circle of life, Walt Disney.

    It's the circle of life, Elton John.

    I have gone into my consciousness stream,

    where our dreams have been and go.

    The music and the lyrics and the drugs and the overdoses that we confront, daily or hourly or week by week, year by year.

    How are we doing?

    How are you?

    How many things and emotions do you sublimate. Repress? Hold down. Keep hidden.

    What do we hide? What do we wish to say and do?

    Where are we today? Emotionally. Psychologically. Mentally, spiritually. Physically!

    Where are you now? Where have you been?

    Can we, should we, do we have the capacity or band-width, to answer all these questions?

    No, we must prioritize. Create hierarchies of care.

    Mazlo and needs.

    Do what we can, do what we want.

    Sure. Easy for me to say. East to write. Easy to blog.

    There, I have said it. Okay, I said a few things.

    There is always more. And that is, hopefully, a beautiful thing that we call life.

    God, us, and all the rest.

    Happy Sabbath. Wish you were here. (To quote Floyd).

    But, really, I am glad and appreciative that I am here and you are there.

    Ich liebe dich. 

    Ich liebe Got. God? Auf Deutsch, it is the Father in Heaven like in most other places.

    We have and make room for Buddha the Enlightened One, too.

    Sure. All good.

    Bavaria and our bloodlines.

    We are all connected.

    Angsts and calms.

    All of them.

    Cheus.