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Intro

"The lesser you fathom,
The more you don't,
But for the more you do, 
Greater you don't."

                                        -Klaus Wolfgang

Have you ever looked at some everyday event/thing and were blown away by the sheer complexity and wonderful things that happen to make it do what it does?
  
Do you think about idealistic/ impossible scenarios and just get lost in the complexity of what could be, and forget what is? 

I find myself pondering about abstract philosophy, existentialism and hypotheticals and journaling helps me structuralise what my mind shows in my 'Kopfkino'. (A cinema in a person's mind....yes, the Germans have a word for that)

This blog contains thoughts ranging from epiphanies to shower thoughts which occur to me and the ways I douse the incessant flame of ambiguity.

Every time I get lost in such self-woven worlds, arguments with my alter ego or succumb to existential crisis, It becomes unsettling to not save the thoughts down. Hence this blog. 

So take a seat, get comfortable. You are now in my Kopfkino.




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