Thoughts

The Text of: On Apes and Angels

Fragmented observations for mezzosoprano, violoncello und piano (1995).

Assembled from texts by Rupert Riedl, Kirk A. Wolford, Mathias Bröckers, Manfred Waffender, Mickey Remann, Jaron Lainer and the Holy Bible, selected and edited by the composer.

I.

I think and reason at night, and my mind must explore ... consider ... search ... know ...
... we know nothing at all - what kind of game is going to be played - in an universal sense - who or what we are, whence and whither ?
... it's bursting, what you consider to be true and what seems real to me ...
... escape reality, get rid of ones own gravity, game without constraints, stimulation by simulation, no more and no less than reality is available now.
Can't the ape calm down, that outputs technology since 5000 years to overcome his own inertness, before being able to sit and move at the speed of light simultaniously ?
...back from the created dream world one sees beauty, physically, intense, ... like a tree ...

II.

We are sawing faster and faster the branch we are sitting on ...
... we will entertain us to death ...
... reality is available now, more or less.
Where is this leading to, what happened ? Where to ?
We radically changed our world compared to that of our monkey-like ancestors. That's why the inborn teachers of our rationality often turn out to be relatively helpless.
Do we live in a self-constructed self-feeding-construction, where we drift more and more into self-boiling ?

III.

On condition that we get aware of the constraints of our mind,
on condition that we realize the dangerously fudged judgment of what we can and what we are ...
on condition that we manage to escape the traps of doing the easily possible and untroublesome ...
... that many souls live in our breast: mammals, predatory apes, early humans, civilisation, culture and the hope for the soul of angels ...
On condition that we get aware of the constraints of our mind, ... can apes become angels ?
My soul is calm near God, ... will wipe all tears ... and night won't be anymore ...