Seven Months and Trippin
So for those of you who thought - reading my last two posts - that I finally found the true meaning of my life by becoming a suicide bomber... I have to disappoint you... well I am in Colombo now but I have nothing to do with the bomb attacks yesterday night!
No no, my last message was not my final prayer and the one before was no hidden hint indicating a final mortal action (so even if I [...] die, I die happy)!
Seven months ago I started this trip searching for something and in a way it feels like I have found this thing... though I cannot put it in words...
So in a way this trip is over and if I believe those strange dervishes I should stop writing! They say someone is going to kill me for saying (writing) these things I see. That is perhaps the reason why (I guess) Socrates should have become a poet like those dervishes.
Or maybe I just didn't get the meaning of their poems...
Anyway... I'm not Socrates and I'm no poet (in a way this blog gets repetitive... or I have a deja vu).
So I could also listen to that Viennese crackhead's advice called Falco who said in one of his songs:
"Lass diese Reise niemals enden, das Tun kommt aus dem Sein allein"
Yeah, I'm not gonna stop trippin... and I'll write some thing ;)