GLAUBE

I’m not a religious person. Absolutely not. I neither believe in God nor do I attend any service although I’m baptised and still a (paying) member of the Catholic Church. My view on the world is a more or less rational one. The human body exist of molecules and atoms and a lot of water. When we die it just happens that our metabolism will stop and we’re going to rot somewhere in a beautiful graveyard. Our values and moral system were built on socialisation and education. That’s what drives our behaviour. The only thing I believe in is me. I’m the one who is responsible for my life, my luck and happiness. There’s no God who guides me. And I would never accept such an external interference in my live anyway.

So far, so good.

But, there is one point, one little weakness in my rational view on the world. It’s hope. When I’m not longer able to determine what will happen. Not longer able to control those things. When it concerns my beloved ones. When the reality hurts so much that the only thing I can do is to hope and believe that everything will be good – even if rationality tells me not to do so.

And that’s what we all are going to do for the next days: Believe and trust in the surgeon abilities. And to make waiting easier pray to someone or something: ‘Please let him wake up tomorrow evening’

Sorry, there will be no postings untill monday.