In the absence of thought there is only peace.
I walk towards S-Bahn-Station Berg am Laim.
As many times before I pass the two huge chestnut trees in front of the house I live in.
I did not consciously notice the first one.
The second one lays its branches around my shoulders like protective wings.
A few meters ahead I cross the street and I pass the bus station as I did many times before.
“Something’s changed,” a thought appears somewhere beyond my mind.
There is a void.
But this time it’s different.
There is no fear gripping, no doubt holding my heart hostage.
My legs are moving effortlessly.
The weight of my backpack does not drag at all.
“There is ground beneath my feet,” I observe clearly.
I share my contemplation with my friend Antje.
“This must be this famous now.”
There it was – “the now” – unspectacular but nothing less fullfilling than a cup of morning coffee.
Earlier this week I had a discussion with another friend on “judgment”.
She proclaimed: “While you are tasting a wine, what’s the purpose of labeling the taste?”
Right, what difference does it make? Dry or sweet? Red or white? If you made “the best deal” or not? If you chose right path or not? If you made the right decision or not? If you catch the next train or not?
Of course it makes a difference!!
But does it help you to arrive?
I don’t think so.