Liebe ist mehr

Liebe ist wie Lust auf Schokolade AFP - Liebe kommt nicht von Herzen, sondern aus dem Gehirn - das ist die ernüchternde Botschaft von US-Wissenschaftlern zum Valentinstag. Bei schwer verliebten Menschen seien Gehirnbereiche aktiv, mit denen auch die Lust auf Schokolade gesteuert werde, sagte die Anthropologin Ellen Fisher am Wochenende bei einem Wissenschaftskongress in Chicago. Der romantische Kuss ist demnach lediglich Auslöser biochemischer Reaktionen mit dem Ziel, das Paarungsverhalten des Homo Sapiens anzukurbeln. Fisher, die für ihre Studie die Gehirnaktivitäten von Männern und Frauen in einem Computertomographen gemessen hat, betrachtet Liebe als eine Art natürliches Aufputschmittel. "Bei verliebten Menschen werden Gehirnregionen aktiviert, die auch durch den Konsum von Kokain angeregt werden", sagte die Anthropologin von der Rutgers University im US-Bundesstaat New Jersey. Das Küssen hält Fisher für einen natürlichen Instinkt, der in einem Drei-Stufen-Modell Gehirnfunktionen stimuliert, die alle mit Paarung und Fortpflanzung zusammenhängen. Zunächst rege der Kuss über das Sexualhormon Testosteron die sexuelle Begierde der Menschen an. Zweitens werde beim intensiven Knutschen der Botenstoff Dopamin ausgeschüttet, der das Verlieben in einen Partner beschleunige. Schließlich ströme beim Küssen auch das "Treuehormon" Oxytocin, damit die frisch Verliebten lange genug zusammenbleiben, um gemeinsam Kinder aufzuziehen. 14.02.2009, Quelle: AFP

Ich denke, niemand wird widersprechen, wenn ich behaupte, dass Liebe mehr sein kann als nur der hier beschriebene Teilaspekt der körperlichen Liebe. Wie umfangreich Liebe tatsächlich sein kann, weiß aber wohl niemand: Und zwar auch schon deshalb nicht, weil jeder Mensch eine andere Menge an Liebe in sich hat, in sich aufnehmen kann oder an seine Umgebung abzugeben in der Lage ist.

Was in dem obigen Artikel anklingt, ist eine gewisse Empörung oder auch ein gewisser Frust darüber, dass Liebe nur ein banaler körperlicher Akt sein soll: Aber wenn ich darüber nachdenke, dass (körperliche) Liebe aus Automatismen bestehen soll, so finde ich das gar nicht schlimm: Die meisten, nein eigentlich alle Vorgänge in unserem Körper laufen doch automatisch ab (zum Glück - ich hätte keine Lust da vor der Schalttafel zu sitzen !): Der Mensch ist ein computertechnisches und regeltechnisches Meisterwerk.

Und obwohl ich keinen Zweifel daran habe, dass letztlich alle Vorgänge im menschlichen Körper wie in einem Computerprogramm ablaufen (auch z.B. der Akt des Kusses), so stellt sich dennoch eine entscheidende Frage: Warum möchte man dann dennoch nicht jeden Menschen küssen (oder anders gefragt: Warum möchte man dann trotzdem nur die wenigsten Mitmenschen küssen ?)

Offensichtlich sorgt ein weit komplexeres Teilprogramm im menschlichen Körper dafür, dass Liebe nicht an jeden Mitmenschen verschenkt wird, sondern in der Regel ein knappes Gut bleibt. Und das macht Liebe nun mal (so banal auch die Durchführung im Detail sein mag) - ob man es will oder nicht - zu etwas besonderem: Zum Diamanten in der Wüste oder zum Lichtstrahl in der Leere des Weltalls.

Love songs, movies and real life

There is a song named Heaven knows from the 1995 movie Hackers: In real life, people often don't reach the end of their personal movie, i.e. there is a kiss but maybe with a less suitable partner who is just regarded as Mr. or Mrs. Right.

In movies - such as Hackers - they luckily mostly get the chance to give their kiss to the right counterpart: If it's most romantic, we will see a kiss of surrender (from both sides) - to admit that there is something more important than oneself.

Actually, love in real life should be like that, too: The kiss, being a moment of absolut balance and truth and peace with yourself.

About being grown up

Being grown up is a state where you have convinced yourself that you know more about life than somebody else. Thus grown up means that you think that you have grown in mental size up upon some other people.

An amusing idea.

Are you really bigger or do you just copy behaviour to pretend that you are bigger ? Do you use those phrases or cloth to pretend ?

And by the way: Is it really necessary for your life to be bigger than someone else ??

Maybe you should have a look upwards to realize that there are other peole who have grown even above your size.

My suggestion: Don't waste too much time on thinking about your size. It's all relative.

Just try to learn some more every day and pass your knowledge on.

My little Nephew

Mainz, the city Dubya [3] visited lately, is situated at the river Rhine. The river Rhine has a length of about 820 miles and runs roughly from the South to the North. It emanates in Swizerland, a southern situated neighbouring country.

To be able to understand the following little anecdote, you gotta know that the pronunciation of the word Mainz and the word meins (in German) = 'mine' (in English) is in fact identical.

Allright... so that's what happened last year: My little nephew was having a train ride with my mother along the river Rhine heading North to where my parents live.


River Rhein, map 1 and 2

As the train was arriving at Mainz, located on the western side of the river Rhein (Wiesbaden is located opposite, on the estern side - see the maps), my mother said to my little nephew:
'Oh... you see that's Mainz' !

Kind of a trivial statement. Well... normally.

My nephew doubtfully and unbelievingly looked at his grandmother... trying to understand, checking out her face expression if she was serious about it, thinking again about what she had said and finally asked: 'Yours?? How can that be?? That's not possible !! How can you own all that??'

As I heard it was pretty hard work to put things right.

Run over by red doggie

Today I almost got run over by a red dog.

Did I say red dog?? - Oops, my mistake, beg your pardon, 'course I was talking about one of these rat-dogs. You know, one of those little rats with these enourmous bark organs (in relation to their body size), secured with a rat leash... oops - sorry again - red leash.

A woman had just dropt out of a bus, carrying her rat... aehem... her little barking doggie in a red (!!) plastic shopping basket.

As the basket touched ground the rat sprang out, totally discomposed as usual for these little nuisances, not being aware what the hell was going on, disoriented as ever but brave as hell.

Of course, this little fur blot knew exactly that his basket carrier, in human terms called dog owner, was at the other end of that red self-confidence cable, sometimes also referred to as leash.

You get the picture... so this barker was now stampeding right into my direction.

However, I can report here that his attack bluff didn't work on me: As I showed no tendency of fleeing the doggie suddenly turned into another direction, pretending to always having had other intentions.

Well... can't fool me you little shit !!

Grim Reaper

Well, I was walking home this afternoon, meaning I was the third and weakest chain link of our town's population, a pedestrian.

Have I mentioned that some bikers nearly ran me over the other day on the sidewalk at midday even though there was a clearly marked bike path (made of red paving) next to the sidewalk??

Well, I was just feeling too sure. Damn bikers ! But I looked up in time so I was lucky.

Today I encountered another biker (I thought), the front lamp of the approaching bike was already shining as it was getting dark.

Well, as the biker was getting real big and real close I perceived a big arched chin sticking out of a dark opening of a dark hood. I couldn't see a face though.

That made me think. Scythe blade shaped chin, no face. Who might this be? Well, of course my first impression was that Grim Reaper was on his way to work.

I naturally wondered if he'd continue aiming into my direction or if he'd pass by. Ok, I think I'm telling no secret here that the mysterious biker passed me by (in the last moment possible), turning his handle bar unwillingly a little to the left.

However, getting brave again since Grim Reaper seemed to have other intentions today I had a closer look at him and realized:

• Grim Reaper had forgotten his invaluable attribut of power: his scythe.
• He was in his late 60s or early 70s.
• What made me actually ponder was: He wore a dark blue cloak.

So, finally I start to think that this biker was possibly just a relative of Grim Reaper. Maybe a human relative if there is such.

Phew... he looked that real from a distance! Well, not that I was really keen on meeting him.

Sales and gains

A fairy tale: A sales manager once watched some of his subordinates selling some precious device. Let's say it was an expensive TV set.
He casually contentedly dropt the words: That's good for sales.

A guy, looking pretty similar to me, happened to watch the scenery and thought to himself: Is he talking seriously or is he just talking about his penis size? I always thought there was a difference between sales and gains.

But then he imagined the manager talking to one of his fellow collegues and the way people tend to show off in the presence of peers. Maybe he'd drop a line like: Boys, the sales of our branch was the biggest this month - and turning to them with a grin on his face: ...sorry for you loosers. His penis size would grow into higher dimensions.

The observer then wondered if the gains of this manager would justify his obvious arousal. He just hoped for him that it wouldn't be just a droplet. Would be too embarrassing, wouldn't it?!!

Almost forgot everything

• my log-ID
• my password
• the address of blogger.com

Checked for my head... it's still there! Lucky me!!

Possible excuses:

1. No lunch yet.
2. No confirmation page saying: 'You should really write down the following data: (...)'