Comments by "Faramund" (@faramund9865) on "Then & Now" channel.

  1. Y'know I actually really like the nature of Germany. I don't like massive states, they're unnatural and overbearing. It's also a much better reflection of the people living there and their history.
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  2. I don't know if you KNOW how far back trees and Germanic peoples go, but the Romans said we practically lived among woods with small patches of open land. And that we had many sacred groves and we used pieces of wood to predict the future and so forth. Our homes too were mainly, and still often are, just made of wood, earth and straw/reed. In Norse myth, a branch of Germanic myth, man is created out of trees. And a common 'kenning' for a human is literally a 'tree'. Then there's of course Yggdrasil and so forth, the hanging of criminals on trees and all that. The disposing of degenerate criminals into the bogs of the swamp. Yeah, we love our trees, they're our friends. P.S. Totally forgot Teutoburg.
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  3. In fact I will go further and say that the things passed down to us are the most important thing. All these other thoughts are just a result of the sickness you get when you lose connection with your ancestors, your family, your way of life and you have to start all over. Imagine a town with fields around it, and around that a forest. In the town are your family members, you all understand eachother, speak the same language. The buildings are made by the hands of your ancestors and maintained by the ancestors after them, and now by you. You've learned how to feed yourself and your family with bread, milk and meat, from your ancestors. The smithy is worked, the carpenter works in ways taught by their ancestors. You sheer the wool, spin it and weave it into clothing, these things were taught to you by your parents, and they were taught by their parents in turn and so forth. And in the forest you know how to hunt the animals and collect the fruits and herbs. Now imagine that village is gone, you are all alone with no parents, no brothers, sisters. It is a void, you will die. But before you die your brain will be sick and will try to repair you by trying to find the people from which you came. But after a long walk you will only run into strangers, you don't understand what they're saying, they look odd and their food looks weird and inedible and they're trying to make you leave. Do you feel sick yet? Do you feel lonely yet? But after a little bit longer, there are some people who look somewhat like your family and their food seems similar too, you can almost make out what they're saying, but you can't and it's frustrating you. They welcome you so you come in and eat. The food tastes familiar and gives you some kind of comfort, not alone after all. You learn to understand their accent. And then you ask them, how is the food made? How do you build your homes? What stories do you share from generation to generation? What do you know of the stars and the moon? And each time they shrug and say they don't know. You don't understand. How do they have clothes, how do they eat, without knowing how to make food, how to weave. What good are the evenings with no riddles to share? You are glad you are at least fed and not alone, but something is very wrong. This is unfortunately the world we have ended up in. We have forgotten to be ourselves because factories make all our items and our food. And all these items come from far off land and carry no mark of the self. People have given up on sharing stories and knowledge to the next generation as the world is changing too fast and much of it is done by machines now anyways. We are in a sick world full of sick people. We can't find home anymore because we have forgotten to pass down home to our children.
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