Eifel Region | Like Water

Unprecedented times and uncertainty all around for anyone paying attention. Hate speech, hypocrisy, and hyperbole on a ‘scale that the world has never seen before,’ to borrow one politician’s favored phrase from our country’s past decade. Though much of it seems historically familiar. Dehumanizing demonization of absolute enemies. Abolishment of empathy. Indoctrination of the not so innocent.

The poorest among us rally violently against their own self-interests at the behest of the Great Dividers. Manifest entitlement.

Nothing more benign, I suppose, than prattling on about it here. Suffice it to say the caged monkey between my ears has been shaking the bars like never before. Inevitable revert to monotonous daily mindset, asking myself the same questions I imagine posing to all those angry invisibles on the internet: ‘Is your life really that bad? Can you ever envision a time when you could be happy?’ We are all missing out on so much.

I spend more time than ever sitting at a computer in a windowless office responding to compiling emails without end—though apparently, according to these photos, I do manage to get out and do things still. From time to time. Or at least a body does even as deprived brain plays sulking teenager in the backseat. Without trying, really, the last couple months have found those separated someones wandering around German cities, riding bikes along little known rivers, and flying down snowy slopes in neighboring countries. A sampling of digitized snapshots they must have taken on their way.

Köln, Düsseldorf, Bonn, Koblenz

Düsseldorf. Abundance of interesting architecture.

Decapitated saints in Bonn. More dead people stories.

Close In Bike and Hikes

Back to the Riding Board

Skiing in the Alps. More about the socializing than the shredding.

For all the decent people out there who are still trying to take that high road. For everyone who cares about others less fortunate and the well-being of our shared speck in the universe. For anyone contributing to the positive—Danke für die Liebe.

Been three months now and I’m finally all moved in to a typical German house in a quaint little German town. A village so quintessentially German, in fact, it even has an ẞ in the name. And its own bakery. Two blocks from the front door. Alles gut hier in Deutschland.

In the previous post I alluded to the idea that I never before imagined visiting Germany, living in Germany, learning German etc. The idea of Western Europe as a whole was never all that interesting. No wild places, wild animals, endless horizons. Just a bunch of people sprawled out over centuries of civilization and occupation. Remnants of dead societies, endless conflicts, and past histories of human struggle, suffering, and survival… Whole lotta old buildings and a bunch of crumbling ruins. Constant reminders of senseless mortality and the undeniable fact that while our technologies continue to advance at a terrifying rate—humans as a species have not achieved equal evolution of conscientiousness.

We’re still up to the same divide and destroy games as always, now scaled to unfathomable ends. Base primitive. Obsessing over ever-factioning differences rather than aspiring to cohesive progression. Riches, religions, regions, and races. Killing in the name of…

Bastogne, Belgium and the 80th anniversary of the Battle of the Bulge. A giant war museum, an impressive collection of still-running WWII military vehicles on parade, and hundreds of French speaking ‘soldiers’ immersed in the role playing. What was once a historic event temporarily changing the course of civilization is now an annual party, the ironies lost in the revelry. Difficult to discern cautionary tale from glorification of never ending atrocities.

Painted portions of the Berlin Wall on display. Build it up. Burn it down. Repeat.

I was partially correct. There is all of that here in Europe. The constant visual reminders of past turned future. Of one’s insufficient influence in a greater collective destiny. People and more people and remnants of a lot of people before us. Now dead. Lots of them murdered by some other ones.

But, inevitably, there is a lot more to experience as well. There is beauty in the grandeur of synergy focused on positive pursuits. There is magic in those German Christmas markets held as they have been for generations amidst the bases of those old buildings. Humans at their finest. And there is beauty in the small things. The remnants of individual efforts to contribute to the cause. Art for art’s sake. Small expressions of the divine in the most unlikely of places. Door knockers, hand-carved carousels, the lay of stones in a sidewalk…

Christmas in Trier, Germany’s oldest city

And, thankfully, there are pockets of wild places as well, or at least immediate ways to experience nature on a daily basis. Woods and hills and well-worn paths weaving from one small society to the next. Paths that may well have been walked for centuries. Concavities in old stone stairways. And that’s kind of cool for sure.

There’s been a lot of exploring from the doorstep. Bike rides to an old abbey, hikes to a couple castles, loops upon loops and each trip only turning up more options for future excursions. Spazieren gehen. Mein neues lieblingsding.