Kunst:

Kunst, das ist die Aufgabe, das Beste an und in dieser Welt zu finden.

Moral:

Da gibt es etwas Großes, Erhabenes und Herrliches in dieser Welt und wir können durch unser Verhalten diesem Etwas ähnlicher werden.

Der Mensch kann, durch sein Verhalten, größer, erhabener, herrlicher werden. Das ist der Effekt gelebter Moral.

Offenheit / Openness:

Ich liebe Offenheit, d.h. die Aufnahmefähigkeit für Gedanken, Ideen und Erzählungen von anderen Personen.

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I love openness—that is, being receptive to other people’s thoughts, ideas, and stories.

Arbeit / Work:

Einen Tag lang maximal produktiv in der Arbeit gewesen zu sein, d.h. bei einem Minimum an Ablenkungen, mit maximalem Fokus, mit einem Minimum an Unterbrechungen, mit maximalem Ideenreichtum, hat etwas sehr, sehr Befriedigendes.

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There is something deeply, deeply satisfying about having been maximally productive at work for an entire day—that is, with minimal distractions, maximum focus, minimal interruptions, and maximum creativity.

Leaving The House:

 

Dear Son.

@DearS_o_n

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12h

You're a man. Get out of your fucking room. Pack your laptop and go to a coffee shop. A hotel. Rent a bnb for the weekend. Go to a different city. Go ANYWHERE, but your room After 37 years of age as a man, I’ve finally come to realize that the only cure to depression is just leaving the house at every single possible opportunity no matter how badly you don’t want to.

Germans:

 

Just Don't Have Sex With a Man You ...

Autumn Christian

@teachrobotslove

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8h

Just don't have sex with a man you can't imagine having children with, bringing him soup when he's sick, scheduling his dentist appointments because he refuses to go otherwise, washing his clothes, having uncomfortable conversations about an uncertain future, discovering that one intractable flaw in his personality that everyone has and wanting to stay with him anyway, reminding him to take out the trash, crying with him when the dog you adopted together dies, never saying anything bad about his mother even though she is kind of annoying, letting him hug you even when you're furious, waking up in the middle of the night and finding him sitting out in the dark lawn with the dogs and saying nothing, looking into his eyes for years and still finding something so intense that makes your chest hurt, watching him die, having to explain to your children that Daddy's dead, bringing flowers to his grave, sitting alone with his memory and the crushing silence in the garden you spent your entire lives building together.