They all try to be famous like the cover of a magazine: Popular, but flat and shallow. If i would want to be famous, i’d want to be famous like air is famous. It is invisible but still embracing you from every side. You can‘t quite grasp it, but you watch it in the breath of a loved one sleeping next to you. You yourself take a deep breath of this life giving force surrounding you. You feel how it exits your body again when it has nothing left to give. You watch a thunderstorm outside your window – you see how it bends mighty trees and is ripping off it‘s leaves and even tiny branches. Air remains invisable until it moves about, enters your lungs or dances in a storm reminding you of mortality. It is easily forgotten and still everywhere. Present, quiet and still stunningly powerful. 🙏🏼 Raphael
