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Mosaic of the moments of life
When asked about the meaning of life, a wise elderly lady once said to me that she wished, when she lay on her deathbed, that all the pieces of the mosaic of life would somehow fit together into a complete picture. This could then also be colorfully spotted in an impressionistic way. For me, this is a very positive attitude towards life, because it presupposes that one attentively recognizes the multitude of beautiful moments, consciously experiences them and collects them in a seemingly chaotic mosaic, not expecting a deeper meaning at first.
The name "Hora Fugit", meaning "Time is passing (fleeing)", seems to approach this topic from a different, more admonitory side, in the sense of: "Make something of it! (Taurus1967 has already named the full quote below, in the sense of "Let deeds follow deeds") But whether one makes oneself immortal through deeds and gives one's life a meaning, or whether one looks at the way rather than the goal (or both), is up to each individual, one should not let time pass by unused, the Latin proverb reminds us of this.
What role does the fragrance "Hora Fugit" play in the colourful mosaic of life's olfactory moments? A good, though not exactly dazzling or particularly unusual role. First there is the promise of protection and victory, the greenish fresh laurel, which at first childishly impetuously enlivens the sweet medicinal resins of benzoin, the character of this fragrance. After the first few minutes have passed, earthy patchouli and sharp-green vetiver recall natural initiations, but these only slightly overlap the woods that appear underneath, seeming to stand in each other's way rather than logically support each other in their development. Nonchalantly smiles juvenilely light-heartedly lavender between the grasses, but smoking is neither now nor later, maybe you used to smoke once, but nowadays...
A further hour escapes before the wooden footbridges lie like the first paths over the green landscape, already somewhat worn out, rather covering the old, than setting fresh impulses. Perhaps the freshness of the cedar has already gone with the grasses, the sandalwood has already drowned in benzoin, the leather jacket forgotten somewhere on earth. So it is the warm, sweetish resin that determines the rest of the way, very closely and slowly blessing the time, creating something new after about six hours of empty spaces.
So "Hora Fugit" remains, as already mentioned, a piece of the mosaic that doesn't set any accents, that well done fits in somewhere, but doesn't count to the big moments. You can still enjoy it!
The name "Hora Fugit", meaning "Time is passing (fleeing)", seems to approach this topic from a different, more admonitory side, in the sense of: "Make something of it! (Taurus1967 has already named the full quote below, in the sense of "Let deeds follow deeds") But whether one makes oneself immortal through deeds and gives one's life a meaning, or whether one looks at the way rather than the goal (or both), is up to each individual, one should not let time pass by unused, the Latin proverb reminds us of this.
What role does the fragrance "Hora Fugit" play in the colourful mosaic of life's olfactory moments? A good, though not exactly dazzling or particularly unusual role. First there is the promise of protection and victory, the greenish fresh laurel, which at first childishly impetuously enlivens the sweet medicinal resins of benzoin, the character of this fragrance. After the first few minutes have passed, earthy patchouli and sharp-green vetiver recall natural initiations, but these only slightly overlap the woods that appear underneath, seeming to stand in each other's way rather than logically support each other in their development. Nonchalantly smiles juvenilely light-heartedly lavender between the grasses, but smoking is neither now nor later, maybe you used to smoke once, but nowadays...
A further hour escapes before the wooden footbridges lie like the first paths over the green landscape, already somewhat worn out, rather covering the old, than setting fresh impulses. Perhaps the freshness of the cedar has already gone with the grasses, the sandalwood has already drowned in benzoin, the leather jacket forgotten somewhere on earth. So it is the warm, sweetish resin that determines the rest of the way, very closely and slowly blessing the time, creating something new after about six hours of empty spaces.
So "Hora Fugit" remains, as already mentioned, a piece of the mosaic that doesn't set any accents, that well done fits in somewhere, but doesn't count to the big moments. You can still enjoy it!
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