Show respect to all people, but grovel to none

Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about his religion.
Respect others in their views and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long and of service to your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.
When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light,
for your life, for your strength.
Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools
and robs the spirit of its vision.
When your time comes to die,
be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death,
so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time
to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

– Tecumseh
(1768-1813) Shawnee Chief



Once upon a time…

… I was a young student of marine sciences. You see me here 1982 on board of a research vessel fighting its way through the unruly waves of the Baltic. I am fond of the ocean and its creatures, still. Made some progress since those days, not only in terms of my professional career, became even a bit wiser – at least I hope so. And this is what this blog is about, how I see the word and humankind in all its enigmatic beauty.

Off Bormholm
Off Bormholm