Hello, my dears, I just came across Tucholsky's poem 'In the Cage' and wanted to ask how you would interpret the work. I look forward to your responses! "In the Cage" by Kurt Tucholsky Behind the thick bars of my ideals I run from one wall to the other wall. Out there are nannies, generals,…
So this one, which creates the entire existence. Everything has its origin, but how can the first origin have no origin?
Hello, someone mentioned this term today. Does this animal really exist?
The question may sound completely absurd at first, but let's think about it for a moment. We as persons who feel we exist and are conscious are ultimately just a superficial function of our incredibly complex brain. At the same time, everything we experience as the "outside world" actually takes place only in our heads….
I think they're really cute – LG to all (: