For all of us who are twenty-something

They call it "The crisis of the first quarter". You're beginning to feel unsure, wondering where you'll be in a year or two, and you suddenly get scared when you realise you don't even know where you are now. You begin to realise there are millions of things above you which you don't know or like. You become aware that your circle of friends is much smaller than it was years ago. Meeting with your friends becomes harder, and so does arranging things, for a multitude of reasons: work, college etc.. And again and again you enjoy that one beer that's an excuse for chatting. Multitudes are not so entertaining anymore, in a way they're quite redundant. You start to miss the comfort of school, groups, and constantly being around the same people. But you also realise that the people who you thought were your friends really weren't anything special. You realise that some people are extremely selfish, that friends who you thought were good people, are anything but, and that some people you lost contact with are your real friends. You laugh harder, but you cry with more tears. You end up heart-broken and you wonder how a person whom you loved so much could hurt you so badly. And it seems that everyone you know has been in relationship for years, some are even getting married. Dating and complications revolt you, getting plastered and making an idiot of yourself seems incredibly idiotic. Going out three times a week seems excessive, and a waste of your hard-earned money. You think about your job, maybe you're not where you wanted to be. Or you're looking for a job and being terrified by the fact that you'll have to start at the bottom. The strength of your opinion grows. You realise you look at what others are doing and judge them more than usually, as you have a list of acceptable and unacceptable in your head. Sometimes you feel like you could touch the sky, some other times .. alone and afraid. You're worried about the future .. and your life. And while some are building themselves a career you just want to keep up with what's going on around you. Everyone says that this is the best part of our lives and that we should not skip it just because of our fears. They say this is the foundation of our future. Does it seem like we were 18 yesterday? That means we'll be 30 tomorrow. That soon already ?!

About peace for peace

"My child, do you also bear signs of Hiroshima? Does your mother again, after all these years, have to turn a blind eye, much like Iustitia, goddess of justice? Turn a blind eye to the reality of unfortunate fate -- war.

Your mother, child, has never heard the explosion of the bomb, she never felt the blinding light of atoms splitting -- splitting lives; she was born later. But born with severe burns, just like you. And why turn a blind eye? Why do as Iustitia did? Perhaps because in the world of unequal people, the only ones to see equally are those who don't see anything at all."

Čisto sami smo

Čisto sami smo v tej dolini blaznosti. Pred drugim svetom nas vse naokrog zapirajo navpične stene. Sem noter ne prodre noben šum od zunaj. Tu šumijo samo slapovi.

Zmerom si predstavljamo, kako si bomo kupili apnenico, ko bo proizvodnja opuščena. Tu spodaj si nameravamo postaviti brunarice, urediti velikanski vrt in gojiti živali in imeti pri roki vse, kar je potrebno za življenje. Edino pot, ki vodi iz jame na vrh, nameravamo razstreliti.

Pa saj nas tako ne bi mikalo, da bi šli še kdaj gor.

--Christiane F - Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo

Sorry

Dear parents,
I forgive you my life
Begotten in a drab town,
The intention was good;
Passing the street now,
I see still the remains of sunlight.

It was not the bone buckled;
You gave me enough food
To renew myself.
It was the mind's weight
Kept me bent, as I grew tall.

It was not your fault.
What should have gone on,
Arrow aimed from a tried bow
At a tried target, has turned back.
Wounding itself
With questions you had not asked.

- R.S. Thomas

Scryings of a fallen god

The king will want to enter the new city,
Through its enemies they will come to subdue it
Captives liberated to speak and act falsely,
King to be outside, he will keep far from the enemy.

Garden of the world near the new city,
In the path of the hollow mountains,
It will be seized and plunged into the Vat,
Drinking by force the waters poisoned by sulfur.

By fire he will destroy their city,
A cold and cruel heart,
Blood will pour,
Mercy to none.

Earth-shaking fire from the center of the Earth.
will cause the towers around the New City to shake,
Two great rocks for a long time will make war,
And then Arethusa will color a new river red.

Epitaphs

(A priest's headstone 1832-1895)
Remember friends, as you pass by,
as you are now, so once was I,
as I am now, so you must be,
then prepare for death and follow me.

(Children's cemetary memorial statue)
God gives us all love.
But something to love,
he only lends us...

(1863-1880)
Rest loved one rest,
while yet we toil and wait,
until with all the blest,
we meet at heavens gate...

(Two children aged 1 and 4, died 1842)
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
death came with friendly care.
Thy opening buds to heaven conveyed,
and bade them blossom there....

(1819-1908)
In my hand no price I bring,
simply to the cross I cling...

(Unknown)
Oh for the touch of a vanished hand,
and the sounds of a voice that is still...

(Desert Storm victim)
Greater love hath no man than this,
that a man lay down a life for a friend...

(1799-1862)
Weep not for him Jesus said,
for he came up higher and reaped his just reward...

(1921-1986)
The strife is over,
the battle is done.
The victory of life has been won...

(1916-1991)
His tapestry of life is complete...

(Unknown)
Do not look here to see me.
Look instead to your heart and to the heavens...