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Questions #1

Introduction

I would like to begin my regular questioning ritual with one of the most famous and enduring questions in philosophy. Despite its considerable age, this question has retained an enduring appeal for me. Given the myriad perspectives and explanations that exist, I am eager to hear about your views.

Question

Do you believe in free will, or do you think our lives are predetermined?

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Ich wünschte ein Mann würde jemals so über mich dichten, wie du über diese Frau. Du bist etwas ganz besonderes..

Ich bin lediglich ein stiller Beobachter, der einem Wunder beiwohnen durfte. Wer würde sich an meiner Stelle nicht im Versuch verlieren, eben jenes Wunder in Schriftform festzuhalten?

Is there a word you hate?

Yes, there is one word that I hate. It is the German term "Nutztier" (Eng. livestock/farm animal), which, if translated word for word, would be "utility animal".

I find it to be a troubling term, for like nearly all words, it evokes associations and imagery in the minds of people, in this case, the notion that there are animals solely brought into existence to serve the needs of humans. And this notion, deeply ingrained in the collective consciousness, serves to justify unspeakable cruelties inflicted upon these animals, who have essentially committed no offense, but to be of use to humankind.

To be born into a life of servitude simply because one is deemed useful to another by virtue of innate traits. A cruel and man-made fate, which is unfortunately still accepted in the midst of our society.

Hello weltenasche. I know it is kind of a weird question but you inspired me to learn calligraphy and I wanted my first written word to be my name. I try to write with a frakturish (I think that is the font you use?) font but I can't get the "B" to work for the life of me. Could you upload a video where you write a "B" for me? Thank you! - Bella.

Hello Bella, I'm glad you're using me as inspiration to learn calligraphy. Yes, I do write a type of Fraktur script (even a few different ones, to be exact). Don't be discouraged by the majuscules at first; they're really hard.

I've never done this before, but I made a video for you of me writing the letter. Please excuse the messy writing, as it's pretty difficult to write with only one hand while filming with the smartphone in the other.

Just for completeness, I used a "C. Howard Hunt Pen Co, Speedball Pens, C-Series / C-1" for writing. I would recommend a nib with less elasticity for you, maybe one of the Brause & Co, No. 180 series.

I wish you continued success and if you have any questions, feel free to contact me.

As a kid, was there something you absolutely wanted to do as an adult? If so did you do it?

I was quite an introverted child and preferred to spend time with myself, which resulted in certain preferences for activities. For example, I liked to spend my free time reading, doing card tricks, but as there were also "quantum leaps" in terms of technology in my childhood, I also liked to spend time gaming.

I don't remember too many details about my childhood, but I do remember that it was always a bit of a dream for me to develop a game myself and understand how they were built. And now it's been a few years since my childhood and I've developed not just one game, but several with different game engines and programming languages and now understand the build and development process, which has probably only added to my fascination.

In short: Yes, I did.

Rage

With fear I watched your rage unleash,

a rage that seemed to find no peace.

Grew into footsteps — worn with ire,

cursed to bear the same old fire.

Now grown, my fear lies in the past,

although your shadow still is cast,

whenever rage runs through my veins,

binding me to your old chains.

by Weltenasche.

What got you into writing poetry, and do you write more than you post?

Mainly my inability to express feelings on an emotional level, which made me look for alternatives to bring those very feelings to the outside world. This can be in the form of calligraphy, or sports, but also poetry and a few less "healthy" ways.

And certainly I write more than I post here. Most of my poetry is not made for the eyes of the general public.

Fallen Eden

In the garden we tended, once blooming with light,

shadows have fallen and day turned to night.

The roses lie broken, the trees stand alone,

what once was our Eden is but overgrown stone.

The nature we cherished now whispers no song,

the paths we once wandered feel twisted and wrong.

Where love used to flourish, the roots intertwine,

nothing may live in this garden of mine.

by Weltenasche.

Healing Rain

And I yearned to gather each tear's soft remain,

as if pouring them back;

was to spawn a healing rain, to ease the pain;

in eyes that saw through all the things I've done,

forever closed, when two souls began to feel like one.

by Weltenasche.

Morgenrot

Lange Nächte

voller Gedanken

an dunkle Augen

und schwarzes Haar.

Es ähnelt dem Himmel

wie der einst dem Herzen

früher umnebelt

doch lange klar;

von Schmerzen und Sorgen

das Herz damals hart

durch Liebe der Lippen

die Küsse so zart.

Befreiten sie es

aus kaltem Befangen

und entfachten im Innern

tiefes Verlangen.

Mit anderen Reizen

entflohen der Not

fand es die Liebe

im Morgenrot.

- by Weltenasche.