The old wisdoms come again and again.
Only the places where you meet them are different for every person.
The old wisdoms are at home in peace.
They are there at home where you feel good spirits without having to know them.
There, where our experiences are immediate and there is nothing between us and ourselves.
Words we are completely with us, together with the nothingness and the unity of the moment.
Yes, there are such places.
Our place is outside.
Outside, where there are no forces and no one who could create expectations.
The further outside we are, the more quiet life will be.
When we see our breath and see wind and snow, our bodies touch each other,
all memories and thoughts meet at once at a single place, in a very fleeting moment.
Suddenly, there is no future anymore, because they look into each other,
these incredible eyes somehow lose their importance.
This is how magic begins.
This is what we believe in.
We fall into an endless opposite, always again.
This is how magic begins.
This is how magic begins.
This is how magic begins.
I don't believe in science.
I believe only when you fall into the coming moments.
In these coming moments, no one demands any explanations,
which you ask yourself how things are now,
the coming moments are just there.
They are there, because no one needs any more answers
and no one asks any more questions.
No more questions, no more answers, no more explanations,
a clear idea, a focus on the important goal and a force,
only with honesty, seriousness, happiness.
We believe in the day and every given minute,
because every day is like the hiding of a new sensor.
We believe in the snow and all our experiences we have collected over the years.
We believe in the heights and depths,
we come to the Rhine with you, one after the other,
and we believe in the journey of happiness,
we wait for great seconds everywhere.
During these seconds we have learned to break out,
we have learned to understand our desires
and to encounter all situations with a deep trust.
We learn every day, because every day brings new moments.
We get time given, time in which we can move from small to big.
Every picture, every breath, every second that gives us life
brings something incredible, we can get up there to be fully and completely broken.
Every moment, trust and hope at the same time.
Then all rationality is lost, because everything is already there,
always there in the only possession we ever had,
them here and now.
The small steps are the most important.
Out there there are thousands of possibilities, often very close to each other.
Our movements are intuition, we follow invisible lines that can lead us everywhere.
There is no more imagination, only the course of things.
No one can put us in a system anymore, because the system is the opposite.
The waves cover us, suddenly the time is still.
We dive into this childlike curiosity and float between large cliffs and thick tannins.
The forest passes us by.
All our decisions come from a deep trust, trust in each other,
trust in the wonderful environment and finally trust in something we don't actually know.
Nevertheless, it accompanies us.
It is probably the good thoughts, because the good thoughts are everywhere.
In the first line there is no problem, there are only challenges that change with each departure.
We work with conditions and reactions, but at the same time we need the mystic of the world.
She makes us grateful, because we should never forget to be grateful for all the happiness,
the happiness that we had and the happiness that will accompany us.
Our emotions are sometimes like poles that rise against each other.
We accompany the uncertainty of the day, the time disappears,
although we perceive the speed.
It is a game with open exit. We make a journey into the inexhaustible,
where we see all the small moments of eternity.
A journey into the inexhaustible, into the incredible fullness.
The old wisdoms come again and again.
Why should we want to explain this incredible fullness?
Why should we explain something?
Because there are actually no words.
All this is God or faith, hope or luck.
There are also only words that want to explain.
But can we grasp this incredibleness at all in terms of words?
Or should we sometimes be fearless, fearless and content?
Why should we be fearless, fearless and content?
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