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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
- Sprache: Englisch
Mare Frigoris is a lunar mare in the north of the Moon. I like that name – sea of the cold. It reminds me of the world I live in: a cold place not physically, but when it comes to love, empathy and compassion. Our physical world is somehow connected to war, death and tears. I know of the beauty I am also able to experience, and I´m glad about it. Nevertheless, our Earth is filled with pain, tears and death. Wars have never stopped, nor hunger and death by starvation. You might find the numbers by yourself, and you will be shocked… I will follow ways of frozen love in our modern times. This will reveal the deepest reason of the sickness of our contemporary Western system of living. It has affected people´s minds, souls and thinking making them believe that all is normal and all right. This book is intended to provide a navigational aid crossing this cold world I call symbolically Mare Frigoris. My mother tongue is German, and I had no native speaker to improve the English manuscript. After all I will publish this book knowing I can easily move linguistically, but not with absolute perfection. While sailing across Mare Frigoris, I observed a sick attitude which more and more pulled on my nerves: the compulsion to manage all we do perfectly. Thus I have become a strong lover of imperfectability. I love imperfect humans and actions. I love imperfect thinking. I find any exaggerated attempt heading toward “perfection” somehow sick and ridiculous. When you do me the favour of reading my lines you will also find the answer, why I refuse to get engaged with transhumanism. This form of “cold love” crap is only possible among humans having lost any sense of limitation, humility, patience, empathy, compassion and love, real and warm love. Rohmer is theologian and lives in Germany.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013
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BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichMare Frigoris – Sea of Cold
Mare Frigoris is a lunar mare in the north of the Moon. I like that name – sea of the cold. It reminds me of the world I live in: a cold place not physically, but when it comes to love, empathy and compassion.
Our physical world is somehow connected to war, death and tears. I know of the beauty I am also able to experience, and I´m glad about it. Nevertheless, our Earth is filled with pain, tears and death. Wars have never stopped, nor hunger and death by starvation. You might find the numbers by yourself, and you will be shocked…
Many have spoken of the cold in the world. I´ll give you some references:
Matthew 24:12 New International Version
Because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold…
2 Timothy 3:1-5 English Standard Version
3 But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. 2 For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, 3 heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, 4 treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, 5 having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power. Avoid such people.
Dante, The Divine Comedy, Inferno Canto XXXIV:1-54 The Judecca: Satan
‘Vexilla Regis prodeunt inferni, the banners of the King of Hell advance towards us: so look in front of you to see if you discern him,’ said my Master. I seemed to see a tall structure, as a mill, that the wind turns, seems from a distance, when a dense mist breathes, or when night falls in our hemisphere, and I shrank back behind my guide, because of the wind, since there was no other shelter.
I had already come, and with fear I put it into words, where the souls were completely enclosed, and shone through like straw in glass. Some are lying down, some stand upright, one on its head, another on the soles of its feet, another bent head to foot, like a bow.
When we had gone on far enough, that my guide was able to show me Lucifer, the monster who was once so fair, he removed himself from me, and made me stop, saying: ‘Behold Dis, and behold the place where you must arm yourself with courage.’ Reader, do not ask how chilled and hoarse I became, then, since I do not write it, since all words would fail to tell it. I did not die, yet I was not alive. Think, yourself, now, if you have any grain of imagination, what I became, deprived of either state.
The emperor of the sorrowful kingdom stood, waist upwards, from the ice, and I am nearer to a giant in size than the giants are to one of his arms: think how great the whole is that corresponds to such a part. If he was once as fair, as he is now ugly, and lifted up his forehead against his Maker, well may all evil flow from him. O how great a wonder it seemed to me, when I saw three faces on his head! The one in front was fiery red: the other two were joined to it, above the centre of each shoulder, and linked at the top, and the right hand one seemed whitish-yellow: the left was black to look at, like those who come from where the Nile rises. Under each face sprang two vast wings, of a size fit for such a bird: I never saw ship’s sails as wide. They had no feathers, but were like a bat’s in form and texture, and he was flapping them, so that three winds blew out away from him, by which all Cocytus was frozen. He wept from six eyes, and tears and bloody spume gushed down three chins.
http://www.poetryintranslation.com/PITBR/Italian/DantInf29to34.htm#_Toc64099424
Dante´s hell is not hot and fiery like in the Bible, but a cold place where all is frozen in ice. I am very impressed having the image of a frozen hell: it points to love being frozen too. And frozen love is always hell.
I will follow ways of frozen love in our modern times. This will reveal the deepest reason of the sickness of our contemporary Western system of living. It has affected people´s minds, souls and thinking making them believe that all is normal and all right. This book is intended to provide a navigational aid crossing this cold world I call symbolically Mare Frigoris.
My mother tongue is German, and I had no native speaker to improve the English manuscript. After all I will publish this book knowing I can easily move linguistically, but not with absolute perfection. While sailing across Mare Frigoris, I observed a sick attitude which more and more pulled on my nerves: the compulsion to manage all we do perfectly. Thus I have become a strong lover of imperfectability. I love imperfect humans and actions. I love imperfect thinking. I find any exaggerated attempt heading toward “perfection” somehow sick and ridiculous.
When you do me the favour of reading my lines you will also find the answer, why I refuse to get engaged with transhumanism. This form of “cold love” crap is only possible among humans having lost any sense of limitation, humility, patience, empathy, compassion and love, real and warm love.
Finally I am limited and only a tiny spot in the universe, but I´m not stupid. Sailing on Mare Frigoris has provided me with lots of pain, but also with challenges to get to know myself. And I do not believe in God – I know him deep inside myself. And I also know of strange and evil forces always willing to lead me and all humans into temptations and deceptions.
This linguistically imperfect book is also intended to encourage other humans to publish stuff if they feel it is worth publishing. Be as good as you can linguistically, but do not fear imperfection! Make mistakes, but be aware of the mysteries of life waiting to be lived, not to be solved like a puzzle! Have courage to see and live!
The Ocean of Information while crossing Mare Frigoris
We as humans are sailors in space and time. Not only is our planet Earth mostly covered with oceans of water (which is, by the way, salty like human tears), we also make our way through oceans of thoughts, opinions and whatever information. Yes, there is a huge ocean of information challenging humans on their way through space and time.
And this is not always a journey of joy and courage. Sailing on big waters is also very frightening once in a while. Elemental forces expose themselves not only in smooth and kind ways, but not uncommonly as rough and unkind forces. The sailing human is threatened from both, external conditions jumping in his senses and internal presuppositions leading him back to his inner self – the external comes around like a wild animal barking at him, while the internal meets his inner kind of perceiving external happenings thus being related to his inner fear, hope, courage and relaxation, you name it.
