Proving:
Sense proving; Martin Jakob, 15-3-2017, Munich.
IntroductionOne pull one ́s blanket over ones head - depression - one want to see nothing anymore and hear nothing anymore - just be gone. One can not bear life anymore, just want to be gone - no longer be. One would like to forget oneself, forget its pain and its anguish. There is no way out, no escape from despair - the way out - is sleep, endless sleep. Schlaf Kindlein schlaf.
To lie in the woods to die - suicide. This is the end - my only friend - the end. (The Doors)
MindEmpty, little content.
We survive, we maintain, we remain when you have long disappeared, we will be still here.
We go along, we change and remain connected with what is.
We understand what you do not understand, we are old, in the rhythm of the earth. We remain as we are - constantly - we are self-sufficient - timeless - this day or tomorrow or in
10 000 years have no meaning for us.
We are like the sleep, endless and deep - not to be grasped.
Mossy ground, swallows every noise, dampens every load, blurs all traces, remains immaculate - dawning in shadow.
BodyChilliness, cold.
Ice cold forefoot.
Burn in the esophagus, reflux. Stomach pain burning. Pressure in the Hypogastrium. Pressure on the breastbone. Oppression of the chest. Heavy.
Stage 15.The Doors - The End
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes, again
Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free
Desperately in need, of some, stranger's hand In a, desperate land
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane, all the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake, he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best, the west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us, the blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and, then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door, and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother, I want to.
C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin' a blue rock, on a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, c'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Songwriters: FRANKLIN, BRUCE W. / WAGNER, ERIC / WARTELL, RICK J. The End lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Jim Morrison about „The End“: “Sometimes the pain is too much to examine, or even tolerate.. That doesn’t make it evil, though, or necessarily dangerous. But people fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend..”
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