Morning Stories

Götterdämmerung? (Which is Twilight of the Gods) Which gods are currently facing their twilight? And if any of these ladies or gentlemen are available for comment: what exactly does this twilight contain right now? I mean, at many corners of the globe - wait, why corners? - this very world is no longer in order. Not even at seven in the morning. Yet the bearers of hope in all countries - or at least most of them - refuse to stop carrying.

No, I'm not entirely certain — but appearances suggest: most fingers are already finished by the time a human arrives in the cradle. They're still a little small. And still a little clumsy. But as fingers go, they're perfectly fine and ready to feel their way through the world.

"Your story today is political again, Christian." Hmm. True. But that wasn't intentional — there was no deliberate plan to make this story political. Why? Because the perfectly ordinary lives we all lead always carry political weight.

Whatever happened to the days when that collection of fairy tales was called "One Thousand and One Nights" — and not "One Thousand and One Powers"?

"She's giving him the cold shoulder." Oh really? If he's a gentleman, he'll put his jacket over her shoulder. If. Or if that same shoulder is still cold, then an honest apology is probably in order. Not to the shoulder, mind you. To its owner.

As I’ve mentioned before, my Morning Splinters usually begin with a single word — the first one that drifts across the horizon of thought. But this morning, when the word Greenland appeared, a small red warning light blinked in my head. “Nooo, not that one!”

Owning one — or even several — doesn’t make you special. Practically all human animals and animal-like humans have them: those lightning-fast flashes of thought — ideas.

Those three little letters — PRO — sound like a declaration of approval. Pro Paganda almost seems like something positive, as if one were for this kind of communication. But that’s an illusion. “Pro” is neither good nor bad; it’s merely directional — for or against something. Nothing more. No judgment, no virtue, no quality seal attached.

The call “Women to Power!” sounds brave, catchy, even romantic — but let’s be honest: it’s not the full story. Using gender as a battle cry may feel righteous, yet it’s only half the truth.