Chapter 8 Todtnau Mountain Part 2 Our World

The second part of my group world (1) ① Husserl uses "our world" (Heimwelt) and "other world" (Fremdwelt) to refer to "our own world" and "their world" respectively. "Our world" means that people belonging to this group basically share common cognition and behavior patterns, values, beliefs, customs, traditions, etc. These patterns are accumulated through generations, so "generational" constitutes It explains Husserl's core concepts of "our world" and "other world".This note refers to You Zongqi's essay "Reflections on Cultural Differences——On Husserl and Vardenfels' Interpretation of the Relationship Between Our World and Other Worlds"—Annotation. [On the movie screen, a very large mountain can be partially seen.Bodies in camouflage tracksuits were crushed on the steep and wide slopes, along with climbing equipment, ropes, assorted pickles.Some of the bodies were nearly decomposed, and all that remained were the remnants of skeletons.Elderly men, partly bandaged, built a toy railroad in front of the mountains and the small villages attached to them. ]

older men: Can I see other people jumping up here?Can I be pulled by myself into pure space with all my weight?Beneath me is an abyss before which man loses the ability to act independently.this abyss.It unites space with time, and it kills these people, that is, they can't be happy that they're finally up there, because what happened to them with this hollow mountain has long since reopened.They fell, and space and time became whole in them, combining into death.Many people are sure to benefit from hiding themselves, they confuse the eyes of the observer.You should learn to disobey them and run away from their countries which they can no longer tolerate and which have long since ceased to profit from them.They think that once they turn many of our toys into their facts, honor and gift our wares infinitely, steal our adventures and drive them into the river through a single track crossing fence, it will give They bring something.It's just that we're increasingly excluding them.They should go back to their poor rooms!What they expect from us in their solitude: in the mist there slowly the new buildings of Europe rise.Showcase of oriental art in the hall.These monsters!We demand a study of the healthy people who make us sick, but anyway...they, their solitude in order is a solitude of memory and anticipation at the same time that can finally open into being.The team is moving forward.In the clouds of the coniferous forest.But they crouched in their own cloud, in the long line of cars on which they were ecstatically advancing.They can no longer cling to their memories.Their long renunciation throws themselves ahead, due to time.They don't have to hide anything, they have to hide everything.As usual, they are long overdue to reform, these mountaineering enthusiasts!But the idea of ​​going home was hard for them to accept.They wanted us to be friends, but our land didn't move aside.It's not about giving up space.Greed for heights, where only stouter things thrive, misshapen pines, dwarf pines, dead alpine meadows!Yet it is this very thing that is threatened that causes our unease.We try to embrace it.But they, they suddenly feel at home everywhere, because they've been hiding their feeling of being homeless.They are now their own travel agency!These ordinary poor people think that, like an army infiltrating the darkness, the ones who come to us can buy us now.These twilight novice, who incessantly hauled their sledges up the hillside, and immediately steered the piled sledges along the perilous slope of their warehouse, while the implement and the The people who were rescued only with the power disappeared without a trace.We have no responsibility for them.We surround them as their shepherds.We roared at them whenever they dared to speak their tender wishes.They were never going to be any closer than we were to the next one, the fifth convoy, with which they were trying to get into the meat of our very thick display case.And so they were rocking on their own, these raspy cheerleaders who had to cheer their team up and introduce it at the same time.The horns were tinkling.No one could name their association.Friends of their own race, for here they are strangers, roaming after us.They didn't bring us anything other than their mouth-watering taste.Now the lights were on over the side—the ridge they liked—and time gnawed at it like a growling dog.

[With the first dawn, the mountain gradually brightens. ] How do I expect that I have a more comfortable life now, which was so prominent in their day, because they started working so early.Take your time and keep yourself busy.Shouldn't they be happy!Those hikers who followed these strangers at this time felt more at home with us.They are as cunning as a ball.But they won't mingle among us!What great thing can be made out of human skin?Where does it end?Under the aegis of funding for the unemployed.But the earth has not tolerated us protecting ourselves!And absolutely no protection for themselves.It probably hardly entertains them either.Their trees have been uprooted. "Thinking" carved his wrinkles on our bodies.Take this stranger, for example, at the stadium while playing.He strives to feel at home by being stern and unwavering in his loyalty to us and our results printed on the walls of our sports center!All the branches are blown away.Strangers shunned their own people, and for a long time they sought news of him once he was gone, when there was no news of his whereabouts.He found a very humble position in a shoe factory.And they also looked at his unknown face when he called for a long time.They listened to the chirping of his long-lost bird at the window.Those who remained were like eroded limbs, forever cut off from these wanderers.The family, who dared to eat with plastic plates and spoons, sat dumbfounded on the green mold.

[Multicolored waste rocks fall from the ridge, along with cans, merchandise packaging, etc., lying on top of the dead. ] The second part of my group world (2) Although they are guests, we watch these people with the eyes of guests!We mean knee-length bloomers, calf wraps, sneakers.We are well equipped.Besides us there were other festival guests who were struck down by this stranger who seemed to them too early to be famous: this Nature, to whom they had gone.Daylight could not kin the stranger.No sound can make us understand him.Even the sense of our inner joy is something else entirely: buildings bring the world near them, while at the same time these dwellings throw them out again in broad daylight as soon as they arrive. People will leave their hometowns again.Their faces were turned to the sun, the lotion was thrown away, and the sunglasses snapped shut.To what extent?Friend and foe laugh at the Radio, I mean the Ratio, which have long been the same thing.Because what they hold in their hands and carry with them carefully is something as big as a Coke bottle and another Greedy bottle.And so they stayed there, held back by life, as if they themselves couldn't redeem a mortgage.Mark Six and Racecourse are their mottos.All right, just be bold!It has all become whole.A vegetarian life may become an unreasonable demand for them.Rivers of beer flowed and people came, but I don't believe that their premature deaths would look good, they might become natives, and the discounts on the summer baths in Vienna's townships often affect these people.

[The corpse of a mountaineering enthusiast stands up, the blood-stained bandages drooping, revealing his terrible wound, which has also turned black. ] Mountaineering enthusiasts: Excuse me for interrupting for a moment, but...we can't check exactly what's in the catalog until we're floating around here like animals.Step into the middle of unfamiliar experiences.And it's long overdue for us to be content with what we've always had.But our easy gratification has long since been shattered by the assortment of offers in the shop windows, behind the sausage counter and in the cheese corner.Your ingenuity in offering all kinds of detergents was so shocking that you had to refuse our stay, but it was just the opposite: it attracted us.It attracts us!Our pictures are prominently displayed in the windows, we are attracted by our own beauty, and I think this supply can enhance our beauty when needed.All these inventions will be applied to human beings!Our faces protect exaggerated water and color, and we ourselves will be protected by fashionable clothes.Before we even had time to brake, we were in the middle of unfamiliar life.Like a restless herd that smells the scent of the fields, we left our herd, and it took so long, according to their solitary spirit, to furnish us with a home which one simply cannot gone anywhere else.We barely say goodbye to our dearest.To fashionable indifference!We don't have to beware of what is said for long!Like our mentally retarded relatives, it cannot be used against us.We are more docile before the highways we now patiently enjoy: they too should bear us alone!We strangers have now emerged from the dark and unforgiving childhood that has haunted our country for too long.It's still too early and the shops are closed, who likes to hear us talk?Right now is the new board and lodging.The farmhouse looks like a thunderstorm.The carved houses, the doors of the houses opened to us, before we had time to hear their shameless talk.We are unrepeatable people, just look at it!You will never find anyone like us!Isn't that what makes us popular and valuable?Is it expensive?Our viewing is a separation.Even our purchases are to separate the more powerful male and female servants, who run us aside.They've worked out their clothes long before we could even bear ourselves.We, like livestock, had to leave it all behind, slaughtered by the displeasure of a nature that forgave nothing.What do we need to protect rivers, lakes and seas?But they are just waiting for themselves to get away from us quickly!Our true colors can never be a beginning.You do not agree with this!Since we can't live in our own history, we have to make yours our own!What we cannot bear is that our beloved remembrances, the Madonna in the snow, the deer by the lake, the vision from the plaster cast, have long been forgotten in our new beginnings.It's as if we've just learned about it all at this moment, except that nothing ever came out of it.We were created entirely new, but the care that people place on children, including their clothes, sports and transportation, we will never get at this time.Can I own this appliance?

[He grabs an ice-axe and begins to hook his companion's body, and speaks, panting rapidly. ] Thank you for at least opening up to us about your nature!But why did you lock it again so quickly?We've shown something that's been called the greatest and most beautiful around here, but why were the graves drilled into its side?Either that or not, I've known for a long time: the mountains didn't open themselves after all!So what can we believe from this?And again only the only form we know: the solitudes of our shadows dripping into the ground where we once huddled together and were successfully destroyed by nature.A place of nothingness!Dashan doesn't seem to need us anymore.We are indifferent before its landscape.You only wanted to sell us picture postcards in the first place, not admission tickets.It doesn't make us any more obedient!You are in an ancient alliance with nature!Where is this water and soil?We are no longer satisfied with taking one step at a time!We want to catch up!We want to catch up with the places that have our shopping network!And his seductive nature shines through the mesh of our backpacks.We want to confide our hearts to this one and only person.So what has he brought us?This place may not be the same as the one on paper, and this place may still be silent.With any map, we can fold up our hometown and carry it with us.We are men of the century, exiles who may often lead miserable lives.It is in our nature that we have stood up in order for us to point out something new to sample for our sporadically drizzled bodies.Then we start pre-ordering or making it ourselves.Our thighs clamp it.But for us, new things are always hidden.How lucky people are to preserve their belongings with such care and care before us!They're right: once they don't let us visit, their belongings are lost!Because including the distant place with the scenery means also wanting to own the distant place, from the beginning to the end.You see how I ended up!

The second part of my group world (3) [He falls breathlessly onto his ice axe. ] But even if you plan something and then implement it, it won't bring you happiness.You didn't just fail us!This substation is such a confession that you have to cover up any leak right away.And using this nasty cover to go across the dam, across this dike, 300 kilometers away, you've actually protected everything you've seen before, the expansive vistas of rivers and canyons before we get there in the future, I right?You cover it up so we see it and then don't see it.Then we can see it for what it is.Just today, you gave a dialogue between us and your lost landscape at the slide presentation held at the vicarage next to the tourist office.You yourself did not speak.You let the flowers and perfume bottles do the talking for you!

[He rests his head on the ground and remains silent. ] [The female cheerleaders on the mountain appeared in bright, alpine-colored, but very American-looking sportswear, encouraging the audience as if they were participating in a sports meeting. ] older men: Think about it, have you found your ultimate box in nature?You have no right to such a vast abode.Quite the opposite!You are our nature's reservoir.You'll uncover it for us later.Nature just so happens to be so big that you can make it your own.Just from where you are, it sounds like we're finally able to sleep! [Another highly decomposed victim on the mountain lies talking. ]

victim: I now speak on behalf of all victims like myself.Believe me, first one has to give up!If a person cannot be embraced lightly and tenderly, he will soon be asked about his importance.Someone looking at our wallets makes us wonder if our intentions are also consistent with our choices.What a face we are creating!Someday I stand up, I warm the snow, put my perpetual chocolate wrappers on the ground, and my shit, I leave a pleasant side of myself, but then I decide to be this earth stranger.So I just want a two bedroom house, which is more than I need for one person.Those buttery loaves of afternoon thought lay in paper.My existence has its home, and my lust has its meaning.That is, I became unreal.For many years I rotted hard in the twelfth lunar month of winter.Now without me forever.In the midst of apple platters, cores, nuclear fission shells, by this time I myself have come to me to replace my sausages and designer products of the day at my muddy feet.oops!A favored maker has sponsored me, and at the moment I vouch for something that has paid me so much here with my stay, though I never paid for it myself.I am my commodity.I like myself on top.How dare you be a colorful person!You just want me to be a happy person!This huge hillside was covered by me like a canopy.I have stood firmly in front of the forgotten.My family no longer lights the window for people like me who have passed away and for all the dead who, apart from the circumstances of their respective deaths, feel lonely and worthless on their own merits.We are a crumbling poster wall.It doesn't matter which women we spend our nights with: all we want is us.physical education!Wanderings are still the most beautiful voyages of human habitation between a book and its patron: these intoxicating products, we have withheld them.Listen to a nun or another modern songstress, what's going on there?There the people were smiling, as if in a frenzy, and they turned away, and then slammed the door shut behind them.

[The young mother, who appears as a country maid with tankards on a tray, comes to bandage the dead mountaineers while the cheerleaders continue their gymnastics to the typical department store music in the background. ] young mother: For the sake of our clean environment, please sign our referendum proposal!Of the multitude of nations (who now accept the claims of those who wish to be charming at last), we are the first.And we have paid less than half of our historical debt.Our national costumes are almost brand new, they rustle terribly, and we only like them for our own sake!We are like glorified focus cows that surprise us by appearing on our mountain paths in premature dew.Pure nature lives by itself which never changes.hometown.These strangers seem strange because they are on the road.They roam before us.They don't look around, they're drawn to our shelves full of quality stamps, and they think it'll go well with them, too.So that their mirrors will finally let them in, and be thrown back into the water for the affectation of this commodity.But we!We live only through our estates.They're looking for us, let them settle here, but forever as wanderers.They won't be us!We've been worrying about this for a long time!They should go on, but they are looking for us, but they are always only looking for themselves in us.They become wanderers by having a purpose for themselves.This goal is not in your own home.Please sign, so that we can also stay in our hearts, where is really the most beautiful place.Strangers are doing our jobs and suddenly everything is theirs.They will be shameless, with wounds on their faces.There are wounds on the face.We try to stop them.We showered with a tan while people were at work asking us hundreds of things about our wounds.But we're out in the wild.The sun has risen and will not allow us to explain even what we have done so far.Because people can see us on stilts and sticks, we've got our stuff back.We sat on it, and our group members would rather sit on top of our genitals, which in our opinion were too rambunctious.We save our neighbors in farming cooperatives, like cheese.We smell ourselves.Like our juicy herds, we grazed our secrets, who as livestock color panoramas hadn't had time to reach their home herds, from which the lead of the letters had long flowed.We are close to us, we belong to one.We depend on coming home so we can keep leaving.And we rely on rejecting the home of others in order to give up our own home.We heighten ourselves and become mountains.People can't ignore us, we often announce ourselves as specials, but we can't give them away.Even our nostalgia is fixed to us like a ship.How dreadful that someone looses their stakes and we have to look at the past we have saved so far as rations.We had to keep them going because we learned something dark, an eternal night that we felt the need to.So no one has been more screwed than us for a long time!Isolated from the world, but indifferent to the world.We come to the street, but we are not liked by others.Go back to your room now!Rather it was a bare, empty container, and we would not have nature around it.hometown.None of our possessions can disappear, least of all our health.And nature: We prefer to inhabit ourselves before we offer them strangers as an opportunity to inhabit.Yes, it is the stranger who arouses the need to live with us!It's great that we've been refurbished.We didn't hand over anything.We kept coming home and our teeth were even replaced at home.And it is only when we go home that we realize again and again that we are already waiting nearby and immediately come to ourselves in utter rage.What a happy surprise: we are our own as property!

The second part of my group world (4) A charity sale, we always win.Others have to learn from us first!We lose our ability to hear and hear.We are careful to keep silent about our past, so we can never come from them either.People can put us where people want to go, there is no back door black market.Because there is nothing there now, and there was nothing there before!We win perfectly normal, consolation prizes that take our colored things from the frame, they don't comfort us.Colored pencils, detergents, product testing.And the great era is attracting us, but we will not leave.History is silent.It's our top cover.This kind of cover will kill us under the rhetoric.We are honest because we sit quietly, waiting for someone to come near us.Then we hit ourselves like a stick.Under the sticks of the storm, we become the stamps that open the landscape.Flooded houses.Unguided pregnancies in that asbestos quarters of the church.But we always live here.Maybe we really have to recognize the footprints we left behind!And here they end.Time is interrupted here, and we travel here just to come back.Yet no one comes to us to stay and stay.We ourselves are our sons, coming home comfortably and forever.He, he came, and he, he was already here.Strangers are not our neighbors!We would rather be like furniture, be their scenery.We always have it.We still have it.They will be friends, but always strangers.They should love our place right away, but we've kept it well.We don't have to get out of the car because we've always been there where we happen to be.Since we're comfortably stuck, we've since been able to come by ourselves and sit patiently waiting for the transformable to work out.hometown!We are only here!Now, lo and behold, now these people are jostling at the arrival window!They were gathering to press their way to our side.But we save and prevent our intimacy.There was nothing secret in the arrival of the strangers, their car approaching with a wobble.Iron clips lifted their broken heels.But we, we are our own best friends, our own mothers and fathers.We firmly reserve, insatiable beaks.We hand over horrible beds, always offended We sleep in long queues on such beds, until day breaks under a stone where no sun shines, when an unthought-out wanderer flips the stone over in the blink of an eye individual.Out came pale, transparent worms and beetles.Who are we again.We carry the suitcase solicitously, what we discover is inherent in our own nature.We approached happily, but no one came to us. [Old man rises from the ruins of the frame, struggles to strap on his skis, and goes skiing while the cheerleaders and all others sign a referendum proposal for a cleaner environment. ] older men: Instead we had the opportunity to speak and walked away.The dog was barking friendly, but we accompanied us home alone.We dump the waste of animal presence on our guests.We've repeatedly wished for thicker spits, and they're sure to get our encouragement to spit on them.Many times the visitor rose vigorously, and before that he was accompanied in a friendly manner.He is not who he was yesterday!It was only for economy that he went into a restaurant.Ultimately it should be saved.His legs were still trembling in his sleep, and he kept his eyes open in order to gather something new in his dreams.Even the boundaries are now open: in the cracks through which we reach, there are our cooked canned goods, no doubt stacked in cracked bottles before each grab.And anything likes to happen to us.We have opened our events for him, we are his festival.Europe is far away, but it is going to be dark soon.He is welcome.He moved in a haze.Instead of being happy and excited as his most loyal companion ran past him or beside him, he rumbled right below him.He didn't see the man who had knocked him savagely to the ground: he thought anyone could!The motor is speaking softly.And by his continual movement he finally annihilates any possibility of lingering.But his prospect is: hopeless!He came out of the terror of his own bleeding limbs by the highway, death still in front of his eyes.His box, pried open, carefully stood in front of him.He likes landscapes on pasted paper.Suddenly everything is there.The curious follow lovingly, the helpless animal lovers.Since everything is now possible, with every conversation, every gaze, every movement to what is discovered, the stranger is fascinated for us in places he never used for a sojourn.They simply arrived and came to visit us.The sky above us likes to stir too, and they harass us like an endless stream of familiar bad luck.Our hostesses regretted wasting time in traffic.They benefited.This guest doesn't know us.As soon as he was here, he began to indulge in nostalgia for his own presence (Hiersein).Since we don't know ourselves at all, he makes us wallow in our memories.We live in his slides, in his videos and photos.But at the same time, he has harvested from us the clouds in the sky and the light on the mountains.Nothing will be less and less, but nothingness will be more and more.The stranger takes from us only what was never ours, because we betrayed his liking for our intercourse, and we need not regret it.Like being at home is something that can never be home.And they, who to this day have never been able to come out of their own world, look at us with gratitude: the essence that is most important to our growth and development.A few servings of butter and a few packets of spreads were generously thrown on the breakfast table.There are more empty smudge packets in the trash.Popular clothes show up at sensational windows without restraint.They dared not add to the cursing of the depressing weather.They laugh at everything and pester themselves to show off.They are finally really happy now!Music held their shackles together, including their manual shifts.They threw away their ideas, and now there are rather tight garments that are hastily sewn together.Refractory materials are gradually being used up in Europe.They accepted us gratefully, married us, and were deported to us.We thus grew mushrooms for them on the edge of the forest.Berries and insects, in their welcome silence, are only interrupted by those devices upon which we depend for answers concerning us and the adjoining sanctuary and sustenance, so that they may no longer go on, but stay put.After all we just wringed out the wash and squander wasteful products from Mother Nature!Even small change is fooling around.Only a few people stayed at home.Sillyly staring at their prospects.Adopting inappropriate behavior can move forward more quickly.No doubts arose.There are only birds in the sky.On the ground are the animals we temporarily live by, and the retired guests we often wish them good health and longevity.The farmers' festival glued us to them, so now that they've connected with us enough, they must have really seen our family life!We showed our faces frankly, took off our shoes, and set foot on this land.Prepare your place for our dear neighbors now!We've put sheets on and they're glued so we can all stay together for a while.It's very comfortable.The world sparkles when we raise our eyebrows.We look totally here and now.Yeah yeah, that's who we are, and with good results.You can repay us!Just don't be shy!We are always at your beck and call!