After spending 3 months in the rainforests of Base, it is the silence in Germany’s countryside which feels strange. As if it is announcing: ‚Here is emptiness, no manifold life, no magic of spirits, no untouched nature – here, it’s all shaped by the hands of man! The landscape around me seems cultivated for profit, sterile. There is an absence of chatter of any kind. No nocturnal animals, the morning song of birds reduced to a few voices – thank goodness, at least that- , in the day there are no people to be seen, but here and there machines are howling. The blossoms look unreal without the insects humming around them in plenty.
My bed-sheet is lily-white, no seeds of ‚ottamulalu’ plants sticking to my clothes on it. No itching particles. It is so clean. A cleanliness and a luxery that means death and destruction of spiders on the wall and of the lovely streets of ants. I miss you little fellows! You little ‚crawly creatures’ everywhere. Here is a home for me and only me, without a vibrating life, disturbing the ‚me and me only’.
It is not homely here, I have been living in the rainforest. I miss it, the earth, that what we call dirt, under the naked foot. But the current is flowing here steadily all the time and the internet functions, and all the world news comes in and floods my brain. Very practical it is, the absence of the unexpected factor, a life is without magic. Is that why many people fall into depression. Is that why people are looking for ‚something out of this norm’ – in Instgram, TikTok and the net all the time?
Life is lonely here too. What would and could be natural is organised. The farming fields form straight lines, curves are not entertained and the hedges cut out to make space for bigger and bigger tractors.
Berlin might have more bees than here in the countryside next to the chemically cultivated maize fields and the mechanically organised farming industry.
Chennai was alive with destruction. Sometimes whole houses looked destroyed like in a war, as bulldozers have cut their front away as part of road-widening projects. The consumers want bigger cars and wider roads, their planers are allowed to destroy what is in the way: old tree alleys and old houses .
This is Growth, the expansion of the economy-centric view of living,
In Asian countries oconomy is growing by destroying. We can see it openly.
A growing economy justifies man’s destructive thinking.
What more do we want? What do we strive for? What ist he future plan? Grow higher into…? Which consequence does destructive thinking have? Acquiring more weapons, more Atomic weapons to destroy us and destroy finally our greed?
My home is not this reality. It is in my vision. I see the living rainforest with life and happiness, where insects live and we let them live, as well as all those who are diffrent to us in looks, in outlooks, in visions.
That will lead to peace and we can find a home again.