{"id":414,"date":"2019-04-30T14:32:46","date_gmt":"2019-04-30T14:32:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/atehundred.ch\/?p=414"},"modified":"2019-05-02T11:55:23","modified_gmt":"2019-05-02T11:55:23","slug":"about-atehundred","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/atehundred.ch\/?p=414","title":{"rendered":"About Atehundred"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dear<\/strong> Reader<\/strong><\/p>\n

You either come across my page quite intentionally, or rarely, I would guess, through pure chance. It is very likely that we personally know each other. What brings you here? Often I have wondered what brings me here. Maybe the natural curiosity of the world around and within me, experiencing it through my senses, feelings, thoughts, and the longing to express the same. There is no real reason as to why I am writing, sometimes I am just drawn to giving a glimpse into my personal experiences. Each episode builds on a moment or an observation, a direct experience through my interaction with nature, thus also human nature, and with myself. I write as I experience through these eyes, these ears, this body, all in a blend with my convictions, knowledge, prior experiences etc. I suppose my writing is an inner process and inner processing, herewith exposed, like opening the hood of a car and looking into the motor, just less mechanical really. However the felt sense while writing lies in my processing, whereas the intensity of the moment itself has past and is only relived and reactivated through thought.<\/p>\n

Sometimes I re-read an older passage and can make out a definite mood along with a thought process, but many a times the precise experience from that particular moment has become obscured. In that sense my texts, in one moment are alive and in another just hollow shells. They come and they go, no importance, just a touch of a single human, one of many, a footstep on earth, brushed away by the winds. It is supposed to be this way.<\/p>\n

After I write, I let my text rest over night to read it again the following day and let it impress upon me. I conduct some minor corrections, swap some words, even out some bumps, look towards feeling a flow. Then let it remain in my drafts or publish it. The tone is set whilst I write, sometimes accompanied by music, right now, on a bus, just the hum of the road. I let myself be absorbed by my own words, borrowed words, that, when finding a parallel to my feelings soothe my heart. Then the energy or whatever it may be called writes through me.<\/p>\n

And you dear reader, what is your experience? I know you can’t share it with me across this channel as I shut off the function to comment or to contact me. Maybe so because there is nothing to comment or to discuss, and as much as I like words, I find them equally confining and limiting. How should we respond to another’s experience? Almost every utterance lessens or taints his or her experience. I like to think that there’s beauty in just listening or maybe just reading. Soak up a piece of literature and perceive what it does to you, without expectation, just by remaining open. Maybe you will feel some resonance or observe a thought or a question, a link to a personal memory or a picture, maybe nothing at all. Who cares? Nobody here to judge, no right, no wrong, just words on a sounding board, passing through, reflecting, vibrating sometimes more, sometimes less. I love it when humans express themselves through their own means and when others respect each individual experience. I am most curious about your own experience. How do you contribute to the world through your own?<\/p>\n

Take this as an insight into how I go about my passion and a thank you, not for being a visitor to my page or a critic or a follower or anything, just a thank you for being you.<\/p>\n

Nick<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dear Reader You either come across my page quite intentionally, or rarely, I would guess, through pure chance. It is very likely that we personally know each other. What brings you here? Often I have wondered what brings me here. Maybe the natural curiosity of the world around and within me, experiencing it through my senses, feelings, thoughts, and the longing to express the same. There is no real reason as to why I am writing, sometimes I am just drawn to giving a glimpse into my personal experiences. Each episode builds on a moment or an observation, a direct experience through my interaction with nature, thus also human nature, … About Atehundred<\/span> weiterlesen →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"aside","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-414","post","type-post","status-publish","format-aside","hentry","category-gedankenmuster","post_format-post-format-aside"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/atehundred.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/414","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/atehundred.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/atehundred.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/atehundred.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/atehundred.ch\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=414"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/atehundred.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/414\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":420,"href":"https:\/\/atehundred.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/414\/revisions\/420"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/atehundred.ch\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=414"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/atehundred.ch\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=414"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/atehundred.ch\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=414"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}