Who am I that I say ?

It feels strange to speak about myself.
I only can say about myself that I don't know who I am really.
Do I am myself, my father, my grandfather or even an older soul?
Of course this is a general question, however everybody seems to behave like they are themselves only.
Especially when you read my curriculum vitae an/or my walk through life, you will understand that this simple question is not so easy as it looks like.

Secondly it feels ridiculous to say that I found the truth.
Is it the Truth or is it my truth?
Nowadays everybody seems to have his/her own truth.

Whenever I speak about scientific discoveries with my fellowmen, one seems to be interested and/or amazed, but as soon as I touch the magic metaphysical matter, it looks like if I touch or even destroy someone's illusions.

The same absurdity happens as soon as I speak about other disciplines then my medical profession.
It is like I am qualified or labeled by the degree of education only.

Unfortunately mankind's specialization grew out to such a level, that all disciplines are individual islands which even developed their own language.

It is this growth to individuality and/or the final stage of thinking.
Owing to this real collaboration and/or interdisciplinary deliberation is impossible anymore.
It is a complete illusion and metaphorically described as "The Tower of Babylon"
Especially during the last decade this growing individualism and/or living in ones own truth evolved to no reacting at all.
My general request to all specialized disciplines on this website is try to restore this mal-formation.
Unfortunately this same process can be found in our body and soul also.

However many scientists and/or followers of Faith have a firm convince that life goes on, in my humble opinion the signs of the end of our existence are growing by the day.
In my humble opinion the general "autism" that colours our society is nothing more than the ultimate breath of our existence.

On the page of my curriculum vitae a small overview is given about my genealogical tree as well as some general publications.

I feel very sorry to say, but I know for sure that my truth is very near to The Truth about our very near future. I found the Perfection owing to my Imperfection. I am only a moldered tree and born with an severly damaged Ego-bast. Owing to this imperfection time did do the rest and moldered the inside in a logaritmic speed during about 30 years.
That what I received is written down in a seperate story.
It was all written in my genes.

Nothing is mine,
as nothing is someone's right to possess.

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