Mainz. Oder?

Something like that.
I am alive, and proicessing too much info at too little time.
Will post when I am able to.
German makes my head ache.

The soul has not come yet, and I cannot sleep at nights. Three (or four?) unslept nights… soon I will have entered that strange state of consciousness where all languages are one.
And all the places are The One Place For Aeternal Rest.

Ruth, in the book of Ruth, chose to belong to the nation and God of someone she loved. Or that is what they would have said today. Still, reading these words, one feels a strange tingle. Love is a choice. Not emotion.

So, I am alive, soul-less, in a faraway land, waiting for my soul to come.

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