I’m doing great. I’m a lighthouse.
A lighthouse just a little feeble against the power of the setting sun. Against the blackness of the see. Against the cold, alien, indifferent world under water.
By Detlef.
But why do I have to be against all of these? Why does the sun, the sea the darkness threaten me? Why can’t I be a part of it? Why can’t I blend into the symphony?
But I do.
I’m doing great. I’m a lighthouse.
Which way do we take at the end of the road? Turn left, turn right, turn back? Or try something completely different? Try to swim, try to fly? Put up a tent and try to settle down?
At the end of the road. By Detlef.
Put up a diner, catering for the people at the end of the road, inviting them to sit down, to share their stories about the road, the way, the sea, the sky and new horizons near the rainbow’s end, prepare their food, wash their dishes, clean up their rooms when they left (where to?) – making ends meet, making a living.
Here is a song from the end of the road. The lyrics are in German by Heinrich Heine, from his “Northern Sea” cycle. Sitting at the fisherman’s house, looking at the sea while the dusk is setting and the fire at the lighthouse is starting.
Full text of this song in German.
At the end of the road there is the start of something new. Exciting, strange, frightening – unknown.
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