Isn’t the most beautiful thing about people the embodiment they bring us?

Embodiment? What is that?

They embody us? Like a cup the water or like a poem the truth?

Don’t people also embody us in the sense that we embody ourselves for them? We embody ourselves, conceive ourselves, in order to become tangible to them.

This embodying I missed most without the people. I have now found one without them.

There is an independent hermeneutics.

I am a hunter-gatherer of people. But there is the rest.

There is the sitting and pondering, in the evening light of the earth. The echo of the earth, reflected in my calm.

I do not watch the sun set. It relates to my ascendancy.

Human life is directed towards humans. But in the injuries and setbacks we receive from them, we sit by the river – and mend ourselves alone.

There is something like metacommunication. The communication between the exchange of information. Or: how the exchange is organized on a higher level.

An example is lovers. Who communicates how often. Who talks how much, when.

How I hug someone is guided by how often I can hug someone.

I call it communication of attraction.

Ein Beispiel sind die Liebenden. Wer meldet sich wie oft. Wer spricht wie viel, wann.

Wie ich jemanden umarme, wird davon geleitet, wie oft ich jemanden umarmen kann.

Ich nenne sie Kommunikation der Anziehung.