Helmut Lauschke - Importance of Life in terms of Digniti and Morality

Helmut Lauschke

Importance of Life in terms of Digniti and Morality

Of the Spirit of Creation

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Preface Preface Of the Spirit of Creation What is visible is temporary, but what is invisible is eternal. ( 2 Corinthians, 4, 18 ) Corona pandemic brought me to the essay: Importance of Life in terms of Dignity and Morality – Of the Spirit of Creation . Despite all the narrowness I thought there is freedom enough to look deeper into the universe with its spirit of creation in its great dimensions to understand more about the importance of life.

Insight into the infinite void Insight into the infinite void How high, how deep do the paths go into the clear blue sky from the window, from the door and so many ideas, whether in the evening or in the morning, that the vastness makes you smart through nights and through days, no question, the tangent is exactly. Not just one is created, many lead up to the imagined round of the world with all the big and the small things here and colorful with all the shapes and sounds down to the valley at this hour that the voice of the message of salvation and peace does become known. Through this infinity the light flashes in rays and bundled for insight, transparency and depth for the eye, which now finds its way with the deep breath and the racing heartbeat flows into the being of existence, which ignites with space and time for life. Almost lost, the mind rises to the platform of thought, lights and tones buzz in dissonant powers of swaying from a pillar of the bridge of greetings over the pillar of the tendril from home soil over strange streets and squares to the highest sound. The mind wants more than the body in the stiff smell of sweat of work, it wants and makes the triad from the depths of love to the heights of happiness. Those who want to be clever there are mostly blind to the great in the narrow vanity, and often in the lengths of years and entire lives in one piece. From the heights of feeling and the even higher levels of longing, the trains of hope travel day and night with the forces of stretching, because life has the vision with the idea of ​​the security of leaning out of the vault of everyday life up to the approach of spiritual sublimity. The mind arches in absolute being, which is infinite, how much the hands of work would like to grasp and gaze at it. The heart pounds, and the thought runs as if it were mad, in the crack of expectation the eye fixes the old boat.

From the feeling of the silence of the cosmic world order

The spirit in the intentions of creation and visions of its powers

The spirit in its all-embracing for inner perfection is inexhaustible

The spirit appearing in thinking and doing

The spirit that goes out of itself is at the same time in itself

From the breadth and depth of thought

The limitlessness of space and time, where the consciousness sees itself as an end and a new beginning

Natural consciousness recognizes the substance of reality; self-confidence in self-determination is something else

Human spirit grasps self-consciousness with the intention of guiding it

The absolute spirit is on top of reality itself

Pure thinking looks into the interior of the world with its ideas

Intelligence permeates the cellular structures

The absolute spirit stands above the world of things of existence

Object and concept come together in the world spirit

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Of the Spirit of Creation

What is visible is temporary, but what is invisible is eternal.( 2 Corinthians, 4, 18 )

Corona pandemic brought me to the essay: Importance of Life in terms of Dignity and Morality – Of the Spirit of Creation. Despite all the narrowness I thought there is freedom enough to look deeper into the universe with its spirit of creation in its great dimensions to understand more about the importance of life.

How high, how deep do the paths go into the clear blue sky from the window, from the door and so many ideas, whether in the evening or in the morning, that the vastness makes you smart through nights and through days, no question, the tangent is exactly.

Not just one is created, many lead up to the imagined round of the world with all the big and the small things here and colorful with all the shapes and sounds down to the valley at this hour that the voice of the message of salvation and peace does become known.

Through this infinity the light flashes in rays and bundled for insight, transparency and depth for the eye, which now finds its way with the deep breath and the racing heartbeat flows into the being of existence, which ignites with space and time for life.

Almost lost, the mind rises to the platform of thought, lights and tones buzz in dissonant powers of swaying from a pillar of the bridge of greetings over the pillar of the tendril from home soil over strange streets and squares to the highest sound.

The mind wants more than the body in the stiff smell of sweat of work, it wants and makes the triad from the depths of love to the heights of happiness. Those who want to be clever there are mostly blind to the great in the narrow vanity, and often in the lengths of years and entire lives in one piece.

From the heights of feeling and the even higher levels of longing, the trains of hope travel day and night with the forces of stretching, because life has the vision with the idea of ​​the security of leaning out of the vault of everyday life up to the approach of spiritual sublimity.

The mind arches in absolute being, which is infinite, how much the hands of work would like to grasp and gaze at it. The heart pounds, and the thought runs as if it were mad, in the crack of expectation the eye fixes the old boat.

With the thought, the longed-for vision approaches the infinite clarity with the quiet cosmic respect for the world of the creative spirit down to the old house-making hands of the fresh bread at the early morning.

In the course of custom, good things redden over the clod in the day, the threads of nightly twisted dreams are laid off, that stir in the heart as the spirit carried hope high above the gable of worries and fears into a new light.

May he carry. The good spirit, the freedom to the very top, because down here tightness and hardships press until pain that caring mothers see the train of morality drive away, all the more when anxious children hold their mothers hands.

See how the spirit rises and falls, spreads and vanishes, moved, watchful eyes look over the clod in the red light. Thoughts free themselves from yesterday's cramps of hunger, they go even higher through the small window to the great freedom.

Seeing spirit, you floating spirits, look deeper down, there we are, the people with the elderly and the children, we sit at the table and share the bread, for everyone a little bit, they have to be bigger so that we can get out of the leanness.

Thoughts are interpreted, gaps must now be closed that the thought left open, because the spirit rose and fell in years and epochs of edification and destruction of peoples and cultures, of youth and the hope for peace and freedom, justice and luck.