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How do we handle the emptiness when fellow humans, landscapes, entire species and populations disappear or die? How do we see, feel and reflect the void and how do we resonate with the hole their disappearance leaves with us?
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Wie begegnen wir der Leere, wenn Mitmenschen, Landschaften, ganze Spezies und Populationen verschwinden oder sterben? Wie sehen, fühlen und reflektieren wir diese Lücke und wie hallt dieser Hohlraum nach, der ihr Verschwinden hinterlässt?
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the red book
Hans im Glück
"When I was on my prime" Nina Simone
Joel Suárez Gómez
in der Leere: Sicherheit, Fluchtraum, pausieren, verweilen und bleiben, Verdrängung, sich wieder spüren, annehmen, Akzeptanz
Die like a rich boy
"Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!"
(“Death is nothing at all” - Henry Scott Holland)
Death is nothing at all
Great supports through heavy grief.
Beyond the door
There's peace, I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more
Tears in heaven.
(Eric Clapton, "Tears in Heaven")
Tears for Peace
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