Denn immer, immer wieder geht die Sonne auf Und wieder bringt ein Tag für uns ein Licht Ja, immer, immer wieder geht die Sonne auf Denn Dunkelheit für immer gibt es nicht For every morn again the sun is rising And anew a day brings us a light Yes, every morn again the sun is rising As darkness forever does not exist
I don’t think I have started any blog post on Panta Rhei with poetry. It was time. Time to change it up a little. Time to write. Time to post something more lyrical here and not just on Texterium. Time.
What does this have to do with complexity, a regular reader of this blog has asked. And what does it have to do with change? It’s where the change comes from: a new day, a new week, … Each moment is new. Time changed from a moment ago. I changed from a moment ago. You changed from a moment ago. And who knows what the next moment will be like. What the new day will bring … What the long weekend will bring … (For me, this weekend starts today. On Friday.) Let’s make a whish, then it will be good. Things will change. As they always do in their complex ways.
A good day to all.