Fateful question

(Translation of Schicksalsfrage 06-Dec-2015)

Could it be,
that the fate of the West
-- even the world --
depends on
clearly seeing,
on understanding,
that time itself has no where
-- is where-less?

That time is another name
for the mind
-- for the psyche itself?

That to talk of inside and outside
with regard to the mind
-- to time itself --
is utter
-- even dangerous --
nonsense?

But thinking has long since
spatialized time,
and people
-- even those who pass on
what is left of philosophy today --
like to talk thoughtlessly
-- unquestioningly and thoughtlessly without end --
of their thoughts
'in their head',
of their
'inner self',
of 'inner conscience',
of 'inner consciousness',
of the factually
sensuous
'external world',
of 'withdrawing into their interior selves',
and so on.

And a thinker
who shows a way
out of this relentless,
sad,
exhausted impasse
is ignored,
scorned,
and preferably
-- if ignoring is not enough --
people would delete him
-- any trace of him --
 from memory.

People are in love
with linear time
-- with the counted time abstracted
from spatial movement --
because it still promises
power.
Endless the love of power.

Read on: A Question of Time.