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Wahrig or Duden? Wahrig or Duden? Wahrig or ... Two days ago I had to make that fundamental decision, and as I usually solve such problems to narrow me not trivial, even fundamental decisions: Dictionary of Wahrig and spelling dictionaries.
To my sin, I resisted my self-imposed book buying ban to have to weaken rationalization, I decide after much back and forth for at least a Duden without CD-ROM: I do not need and I can not do, because my free space anyway is threatened with extinction, is the conclusion.

But that's not enough of sin. An unwrapped Duden paid, but added a welded or cleaning, I go home. There, the dictionary used unpacked again, I notice: This plastic film is worth twenty francs, for between her and the book is hidden but still a CD-ROM ! Short pleasure followed by the inevitable question:

What do I do now with a CD-ROM - very nice to have - I need but neither can do more, and now but after I wrestled so long with the purchase decision because I should not buy books, let alone CD-ROMs (remember the last Entry) and you even do not exist, which I, to repeat myself: neither need may still need, and, really, very nice to have 'is, on my knees, for free, even unconscionable, because I, until recently, so did not even know that I have? - Or rather, had stolen.

Keep or return? Bring back or keep and ? (This would even work!) Really? Or notes, one 'mean? Okay .. not a very smart idea.

Who is it ever happened: They meet, listen to music together, the laptop packs back on and with it the other CD. The question of whether the question is whether the CD brings back is, I think, unnecessary. (At most, the question arises as to whether I actually in this case, keep back and bring, but that is just by the way.)

But I must also like to thank füssli bring a CD again, the unintended absolute and unnoticed my property has fallen? If I do so someone hurt? Can this ever steal call?

The problem arises from the abstraction in which we move. Neither the manufacturer nor the Lord füssli nor the staff has for me the character of a real person. They exist only as abstract variables in a mental construct, and are at best living puppets in a functioning structure. But no one person this CD-ROM at heart, no one will miss them actually as real object as the person their CD in my laptop. Although the CD-ROM treats someone's property legally, but emotionally not seen. It exists for the owner if necessary as a figure in any list.

this Erich Fromm in the 'pathology of normalcy': In our system, a process is underway, for which I would like to coin a word, [...] I would like to speak of the process of abstraction and this implies that one trying to make something abstract, instead of leaving it in its concreteness and specificity. Based on our production and due to the way our economy works, we are accustomed to perceiving objects in the first place in their abstract take place in their concrete-representational forms.

This, however, limited not only goods, but extends to people: One forgets and ignores the abstracting all its [human] concrete properties. It was spoken of as a shoe factory owner, as if that were its being.

addition to this following statement from, psychoanalysis and Ethics' by E. Fromm: our moral problem is the indifference of man towards himself. We have a sense of the importance and uniqueness of the individual lost and made us instruments for purposes that are beyond our ego . [...] We have become objects and our neighbors are our objects. [...] We have no belief in the humanist sense, for we dare not leave our own critical abilities.

These two observations together, we will get the following conclusion: Since I take with the CD-ROM only as an abstract object of an impersonal department store and the seller for only the exchange value, but not for the practical value of this object bring - so that it can not emotional, but again only in the abstract sense are referred to as property - can I take them on a humanistic approach not steal and therefore I am for the immoral character of my story emotionally unresponsive. So I can not help but keep it as the CD-ROM! - Would not take all these considerations, according to the dictionary and if I had not needed to work on my lyrics for the Friends of the Global Ethic , I would maybe not otherwise able to, but to keep them.

Back remains a dictionary, free space, the question of whether a global ethic of the potential that rivals to lead the people of this alienation, or whether the prior way out of alienation, the inescapable requirement for a humanistic and authoritarian functioning global ethic, and the finding myself better next time to decide Wahrig for two times, then I would have been spared all this.

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escape from the boredom

marks the anniversary of my blog, and thus the event that moved me a year ago to start this blog: the first August and my annual fireworks sale. Again I forced me to stand in the abdomen and the legs hold out of boredom in order to earn my last holiday money. Much has not changed : My inability to participate in the aesthetic sense of fireworks, the excuses for why family buys fireworks just yet, and the justifications for why it does not. Not even the degree of boredom, that almost pathological character I realized only after reading Erich Fromm's book on the pathology of normalcy ( Life ceases to be alive in the true sense. Boredom is my opinion one of the greatest evils that infect humans can .). In this one week I endure as otherwise during the whole year a lot of boredom. All warnings of the fireworks I know by heart, also the whole garden products range, which is toxic class of each spray, the number of tiles on the floor, to every thought, even the smallest movement in the head stops, ... And above all, I get the full load of boredom from the people who spend not only a week but think how can the main part of their lives in this very cozy twosome. The ongoing pathological form of boredom indicated. People who dedicate their lives to the daily purchase, build their social relations in the talks with the German and Kiosk then, seeing me in this mood, the lost, under-employed Migros girl who was condemned to the dangerous firecrackers from the evil smokers to protect and take the opportunity. A taste I will not deny:

"When you're young, you can conquer the world you belong to you alone!" You, the customer of which I only know from cashiers times that chicken legs are her favorite food, told me how she fills her life together with the cooking. She is old, everything is for them to become stress, time and again they emphasized how they had consumed, incredibly consumed by the daily work between Sunrise and sunset, thirty-nine years they've used up. A ll be consumed in it. Dates: Stress; Shopping: stress, self-closing: Stress! "They enjoy the young years," she gets like again to ask me right then, what I'm going after I told her about my final here at the Migros and my move. "Ah, that's great!" Is her reaction, her eyes shining, with age envy, it seems to me their words and confirm it immediately: "If you are young, you can conquer the world!" It was a typical disease of old age, in her early years she had never had problems with stress, "but now" she shakes her head sorrowfully, "But now," she repeats to be swallowed by it by its own silence, "it is used" I finish her words in mind. Glad she was that she and her cat were healthy, it complements and refers back to a selbstbestärkendes smile. "Healthy ?!!", I try to control myself to think this is just my thoughts and boxing in an attached direction:" Yes, health is the most important thing. " She goes off, disappearing into the revolving door, which they smuggled into the shop, leaving me with the presence of a basic question I am now accompanied for several years:

power our society ages our health? Not life, illness, death, failed relationships (according to Freud, all external forces that prevent people always true happiness) but the work is that she has used the work-our self-chosen lot.

Yes, self-selected.

our society works, thanks to us.

Again, this can easily be seen from my place behind the explosive firecrackers: A petite blonde girl discovered the giant volcanoes, with their eyes within seconds to rise to the same size and spit fire with joy. Her mother sees the danger is straight to the hand of her daughter and tries, with the alluring shopping waiting to consume away. But the daughter is smart, she sees the big "O word" surrounded by orange fluorescent paint, "But mommy, action and severally, Rabbat gseh, action, Maaaamiii!" Finally, two packs of four bright eyes were carried home.
Thanks sweetened with Cumulus action points, it suddenly seems worthwhile to make the last days of work go up in smoke. ("Yes of course there are also fireworks on Märkli if they want!") (And yes, of course, it was again the same actions as in previous years.)

What I trying to say: This is all a subtle expression of this: to follow

Erich Fromm, there is a kind society character who directs the psychological energies of individuals in a particular direction or short, ensuring that people do the do you have to do it.

is of course Switzerland on the first of August the party going and, of course is the second of August again seemed to work on time. Of course, even elected! We are all absolutely functioning members of this society. We are all something of normal! We work! The only question is to what Price? Of course, at a special price!

The old woman, as she has described itself around, after a few minutes from the store back with a snack for me. Two large white, with slip tipped peaches, as it should be for staff. She thanks him for the interview and after it is satisfied that it has not seen me for the last time, she says goodbye with a friendly "soon."

This day I rescued her, she got something out of their boredom and this day she has saved me because I have the rest of the afternoon, spent this long overdue blog post on receipt (See picture) to record. If we do not work anymore, but then it works somehow.

But as long as we work, we will overcome much time in our ten hours a day to torture with a boring fireworks sales, without making any moral convulsions. And at what price: the course at a reduced price! For much more I would hardly cost the Migros.

Well, not long, however. Yesterday, Saturday, was sold as the Last Volcano his honorable owner, I finally made an exit from the Migros work where my brain cells sometimes literal given up the ghost. Incidentally, I have a customer on the last day, when I met him after the well-known card, asked when he said that could not aptly be bestowed a great farewell, I can not deny: "Cumulus card Of course I have a Cumulus card, each in Switzerland has one that probably more people here have a Cumulus card as a Swiss passport! " Thank you. Let's see how long I get to eat in this society without character was.