Michael Endes “Neverending Story” is one of the five books I would take to the island. I already shared this passion with you right here in this column.
It is a prism of colorful narrative levels, a woven story in a story in a story. It starts at an antiquarian bookstore and it ends there. In between the covers the author so brilliantly takes us to deep truths about being human and life itself.
I have read this book several times and the core concept presented there so masterfully keeps circling back.
At the core of the saga stands the fundamental danger, presented as the Nothing that keeps eating up Fantastica and the Childlike Empress.
When Teruo Higa, professor for agriculture and gardening out of Japan, researched the life of bacteria, he found something astounding.
What would you say, if someone asks:
Do you remember those days when stress was something only super highpayed managers would have?
What do thoughts and dust bunnies have in common?
When Einstein was asked to explain his theory of relativity in simple terms he said: “An hour sitting with a pretty girl on a park bench passes like a minute, but a minute sitting on a hot stove seems like an hour.”
The other day I read a beautiful story, told by a lady that is providing outdoor adventure camps for teens. Every evening they have this culture of sitting together at the campfire and talking about the day and their personal experience.
The renowned German
In the eastern way of thinking, we are better off in life when we stay away from extremes.
When I was in school, we were forced to write about super boring stuff. Our assignments were something like this:

