Maybe because today is Sunday, a religious day of rest in this wee Christian hamlet of Landschlacht, that my thoughts turn to the question of Death and some discoveries I made on this subject during my explorations of Schaffhausen of late. Death is viewed different ways by different people. Some view it with great fear… Continue reading Memento mori
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Sweet Caroline and the Candy Man
“Sweet Caroline Good times never seemed so good I’ve been inclined To believe they never would…” (Neil Diamond, “Sweet Caroline”) “Who can take a sunrise Sprinkle it with dew Cover it with chocolate And a miracle or two? The Candy Man Oh, the Candy Man can. The Candy Man can Cause he mixes it with… Continue reading Sweet Caroline and the Candy Man
Tough to be the Chosen
“That which does not kill us makes us stronger.” (Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzche, 1844 – 1900) We live in strange times, built upon the past which itself was strange at times. Today, the world’s fast growing religion is Islam, yet simultaneously also one of the most hated since 9/11 is Islam. The main enemy of Islam?… Continue reading Tough to be the Chosen
The Little Shop of Ethics
As previously written in this blog, I have begun exploring the canton capital of Schaffhausen and started this discovery by wandering about willy-nilly seeing where my impulse and feet would take me. Webergasse (Weber Lane) is a short street from Vorstadt (the main pedestrian street) and Bachstrasse (Stream Road), a main road leading north out… Continue reading The Little Shop of Ethics
The Quiet Traveller
“A good traveller has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving.” (Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching) “Learn to relax and find meaning in the experience. When you are forced to let go of the haste of normal life, it teaches you truths about yourself you had no idea you longed to know. A… Continue reading The Quiet Traveller
Wheels and the wanderer
Day Two of the Four Points walk, Wednesday 24 June 2015: Returned back to “Im Kerr” in Merishausen… (See Alex Supertramp and Canada Slim post of this blog.) …and once again found myself climbing a steep hill up into an elevated forest heading ever southwards to Schaffhausen. There are many things about the German language… Continue reading Wheels and the wanderer
Borderline Obsessive
It seems to be my destiny to be obsessed with borderlines, both geographical as well as psychological. I was raised in Argenteuil County, Quebec, on the border of Ontario´s Prescott-Russell County. Most Canadians live within 100 km of the US border, because the land north of this tends to be unarable (i.e. can´t be farmed… Continue reading Borderline Obsessive