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11.12.2017; DIN A 4; biro/ink on paper

There was a picture of him in this book:
"Theogonie" Übersetzt und erläutert von Raoul Schrott(And before someone starts to complain again, that it doesn't nearly look like the picture in that book... Imagine that, it wasn't my purpose even! Use a copy machine, if you want something like that.)

literaturkritik.de/id/20266
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panioniu…

"...and the one holds all-seeing light for them on earth, but the other holds in her arms Sleep the brother of Death, even evil Night, wrapped in a vaporous cloud. And there the children of dark Night have their dwellings, Sleep and Death, awful gods. The glowing Sun never looks upon them with his beams, neither as he goes up into heaven, nor as he comes down from heaven. And the former of them roams peacefully over the earth and the sea's broad back and is kindly to men; but the other has a heart of iron, and his spirit within him is pitiless as bronze: whomever of men he has once seized he holds fast: and he is hateful even to the deathless gods.

There, in front, stand the echoing halls of the god of the lower-world, strong Hades, and of awful Persephone. A fearful hound guards the house in front, pitiless, and he has a cruel trick. On those who go in he fawns with his tail and both his ears, but suffers them not to go out back again, but keeps watch and devours whomever he catches going out of the gates of strong Hades and awful Persephone. And there dwells the goddess loathed by the deathless gods, terrible Styx, eldest daughter of backflowing Ocean. She lives apart from the gods in her glorious house vaulted over with great rocks and propped up to heaven all round with silver pillars. Rarely does the daughter of Thaumas, swift-footed Iris, come to her with a message over the sea's wide back...

And there, all in their order, are the sources and ends of the dark earth and misty Tartarus and the unfruitful sea and starry heaven, [810] loathsome and dank, which even the gods abhor. And there are shining gates and an immovable threshold of bronze having unending roots, and it is grown of itself. 1And beyond, away from all the gods, live the Titans, beyond gloomy Chaos. "

www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/t…

That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
...
Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!"

Die Leiche, die du letztes Jahr gepflanzt hast
In deinem Garten, keimt sie? Wird sie blühn
dieses Jahr?

...
O halt den Hund fern, der den Menschen Freund ist,
Daß er sie nicht ausgräbt mit seinen Nägeln...

T. S. Eliot
The waste land

Mills: Do you like what you do for a living? These things you see?
Man in Massage Parlour Booth: No, I don't. But that's life.

Mills: [about Victor] Has he tried to speak or communicate in any way?
Dr. Beardsley: Even if his brain were not mush, which it is, he chewed off his own tongue long ago.
Somerset: Uh... Doc, is there absolutely no chance that he might survive?
Dr. Beardsley: Detective, he'd die of shock right now if you were to shine a flashlight in his eyes. He's experienced about as much pain and suffering as anyone I've encountered, give or take... and he still has hell to look forward to. Good night.

Doe: No, no, you listen, all right? I'll be re-adjusting my schedule in light of today's little … setback. I just had to call and express my admiration. Sorry I had to hurt … one of you, but I really didn't have a choice, did I?
Mills: Hm.

Somerset: You know, this isn't gonna have a happy ending.Mills: Hey man, if we catch him, I'll be happy enough.Somerset: If we catch John Doe and he turns out to be the Devil – I mean, if he's Satan himself – that might live up to our expectations. But … he's not the Devil. He's just a man.Mills: You know, see, you bitch and you complain and you tell me these things – if you think you're preparing me for hard times, thank you, but …Somerset: But you got to be a hero? You want to be a champion. Well, let me tell you, people don't want a champion. They wanna eat cheeseburgers, play the lotto and watch television.Mills: Hey, how did you get like this? I wanna know.Somerset: Well. [sighs] It wasn't one thing, I can tell you that.Mills: Go on.Somerset: I just don't think I can continue to live in a place that embraces and nurtures apathy as if it was a virtue!Mills: You're no different. You're no better.Somerset: I didn't say I was different or better. I'm not! Hell, I sympathize; I sympathize completely. Apathy is a solution. I mean, it's easier to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with life. It's easier to steal what you want than it is to earn it. It's easier to beat a child than it is to raise it. Hell, love costs: it takes effort and work.Mills: We are talking about people who are mentally ill. We are talking about people who are fucking crazies.Somerset: No. No, we're not. We're talking about everyday life here. You – you can't afford to be this naive!

Mills: [to John Doe] I've been trying to figure something in my head, and maybe you can help me out, yeah? When a person is insane, as you clearly are, do you know that you're insane? Maybe you're just sitting around, reading Guns and Ammo, masturbating in your own feces. Do you just stop and go, "Wow! It is amazing how fucking crazy I really am!"? Yeah, do you guys do that?Doe: It's more comfortable for you to label me as insane.Mills: It's very comfortable.

Mills: What do you got?Somerset: Dead dog.Doe: I didn't do that.
Se7en www.youtube.com/watch?v=exOyqp…

Heinrich Heine - Ich glaube nicht an den Himmel (English translation)

Ich glaube nicht an den Himmel

Ich glaub nicht an den Himmel,

Wovon das Pfäfflein spricht;

Ich glaub nur an dein Auge,

Das ist mein Himmelslicht.

Ich glaub nicht an den Herrgott,

Wovon das Pfäfflein spricht;

Ich glaub nur an dein Herze,

'nen andern Gott hab ich nicht.

Ich glaub nicht an den Bösen,

An Höll und Höllenschmerz;

Ich glaub nur an dein Auge,

Und an dein böses Herz.

(I don't believe in Heven

I don’t believe in Heaven,

Whose peace the preacher cites:

I only trust your eyes now,

They’re my heavenly lights.

I don’t believe in God above,

Who gets the preacher’s nod:

I only trust your heart now,

And have no other god.

I don’t believe in Devils,

In hell or hell’s black art:

I only trust your eyes now,

And your devil’s heart.)

lyricstranslate.com/en/ich-gla…

www.greeklegendsandmyths.com/c…

hubpages.com/education/Childre…

And this one is a message with 'best' wishes for all molesting christians, I knew and know:
bdu by WIZO www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DOCJX…

Description
11.12.2017; DIN A 4; biro/ink on paper

There was a picture of him in this book:
"Theogonie" Übersetzt und erläutert von Raoul Schrott(And before someone starts to complain again, that it doesn't nearly look like the picture in that book... Imagine that, it wasn't my purpose even! Use a copy machine, if you want something like that.)

literaturkritik.de/id/20266
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panioniu…

"...and the one holds all-seeing light for them on earth, but the other holds in her arms Sleep the brother of Death, even evil Night, wrapped in a vaporous cloud. And there the children of dark Night have their dwellings, Sleep and Death, awful gods. The glowing Sun never looks upon them with his beams, neither as he goes up into heaven, nor as he comes down from heaven. And the former of them roams peacefully over the earth and the sea's broad back and is kindly to men; but the other has a heart of iron, and his spirit within him is pitiless as bronze: whomever of men he has once seized he holds fast: and he is hateful even to the deathless gods.

There, in front, stand the echoing halls of the god of the lower-world, strong Hades, and of awful Persephone. A fearful hound guards the house in front, pitiless, and he has a cruel trick. On those who go in he fawns with his tail and both his ears, but suffers them not to go out back again, but keeps watch and devours whomever he catches going out of the gates of strong Hades and awful Persephone. And there dwells the goddess loathed by the deathless gods, terrible Styx, eldest daughter of backflowing Ocean. She lives apart from the gods in her glorious house vaulted over with great rocks and propped up to heaven all round with silver pillars. Rarely does the daughter of Thaumas, swift-footed Iris, come to her with a message over the sea's wide back...

And there, all in their order, are the sources and ends of the dark earth and misty Tartarus and the unfruitful sea and starry heaven, [810] loathsome and dank, which even the gods abhor. And there are shining gates and an immovable threshold of bronze having unending roots, and it is grown of itself. 1And beyond, away from all the gods, live the Titans, beyond gloomy Chaos. "

www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/t…

That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
...
Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!"

Die Leiche, die du letztes Jahr gepflanzt hast
In deinem Garten, keimt sie? Wird sie blühn
dieses Jahr?

...
O halt den Hund fern, der den Menschen Freund ist,
Daß er sie nicht ausgräbt mit seinen Nägeln...

T. S. Eliot
The waste land

Mills: Do you like what you do for a living? These things you see?
Man in Massage Parlour Booth: No, I don't. But that's life.

Mills: [about Victor] Has he tried to speak or communicate in any way?
Dr. Beardsley: Even if his brain were not mush, which it is, he chewed off his own tongue long ago.
Somerset: Uh... Doc, is there absolutely no chance that he might survive?
Dr. Beardsley: Detective, he'd die of shock right now if you were to shine a flashlight in his eyes. He's experienced about as much pain and suffering as anyone I've encountered, give or take... and he still has hell to look forward to. Good night.

Doe: No, no, you listen, all right? I'll be re-adjusting my schedule in light of today's little … setback. I just had to call and express my admiration. Sorry I had to hurt … one of you, but I really didn't have a choice, did I?
Mills: Hm.

Somerset: You know, this isn't gonna have a happy ending.Mills: Hey man, if we catch him, I'll be happy enough.Somerset: If we catch John Doe and he turns out to be the Devil – I mean, if he's Satan himself – that might live up to our expectations. But … he's not the Devil. He's just a man.Mills: You know, see, you bitch and you complain and you tell me these things – if you think you're preparing me for hard times, thank you, but …Somerset: But you got to be a hero? You want to be a champion. Well, let me tell you, people don't want a champion. They wanna eat cheeseburgers, play the lotto and watch television.Mills: Hey, how did you get like this? I wanna know.Somerset: Well. [sighs] It wasn't one thing, I can tell you that.Mills: Go on.Somerset: I just don't think I can continue to live in a place that embraces and nurtures apathy as if it was a virtue!Mills: You're no different. You're no better.Somerset: I didn't say I was different or better. I'm not! Hell, I sympathize; I sympathize completely. Apathy is a solution. I mean, it's easier to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with life. It's easier to steal what you want than it is to earn it. It's easier to beat a child than it is to raise it. Hell, love costs: it takes effort and work.Mills: We are talking about people who are mentally ill. We are talking about people who are fucking crazies.Somerset: No. No, we're not. We're talking about everyday life here. You – you can't afford to be this naive!

Mills: [to John Doe] I've been trying to figure something in my head, and maybe you can help me out, yeah? When a person is insane, as you clearly are, do you know that you're insane? Maybe you're just sitting around, reading Guns and Ammo, masturbating in your own feces. Do you just stop and go, "Wow! It is amazing how fucking crazy I really am!"? Yeah, do you guys do that?Doe: It's more comfortable for you to label me as insane.Mills: It's very comfortable.

Mills: What do you got?Somerset: Dead dog.Doe: I didn't do that.
Se7en www.youtube.com/watch?v=exOyqp…

Heinrich Heine - Ich glaube nicht an den Himmel (English translation)

Ich glaube nicht an den Himmel

Ich glaub nicht an den Himmel,

Wovon das Pfäfflein spricht;

Ich glaub nur an dein Auge,

Das ist mein Himmelslicht.

Ich glaub nicht an den Herrgott,

Wovon das Pfäfflein spricht;

Ich glaub nur an dein Herze,

'nen andern Gott hab ich nicht.

Ich glaub nicht an den Bösen,

An Höll und Höllenschmerz;

Ich glaub nur an dein Auge,

Und an dein böses Herz.

(I don't believe in Heven

I don’t believe in Heaven,

Whose peace the preacher cites:

I only trust your eyes now,

They’re my heavenly lights.

I don’t believe in God above,

Who gets the preacher’s nod:

I only trust your heart now,

And have no other god.

I don’t believe in Devils,

In hell or hell’s black art:

I only trust your eyes now,

And your devil’s heart.)

lyricstranslate.com/en/ich-gla…

www.greeklegendsandmyths.com/c…

hubpages.com/education/Childre…

And this one is a message with 'best' wishes for all molesting christians, I knew and know:
bdu by WIZO www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DOCJX…