Human Galaxies

By Motschi von Richthofen

Motschi von Richthofen reveals how great the possibilities are with our communication nowadays and how they can be used. And besides getting to know people via the Internet, she refers to the needs of our epoch and how tolerance might be the best way for peace and intercultural understanding.

Modern technology like emails, Skype, and WhatsApp are basic ways of cementing global communication and developing a unified world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Mar 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493141807

Motschi von Richthofen

Motschi von Richthofen (Alexandra Motschmann), born in Munich, Germany, has published several poetry books and won several awards. Lifestyle and beauty are her main subjects. She demonstrated artistic talent at a young age, writing poetry. Her earliest literary efforts were romantic, conscientiously modelled on German poets like Rilke, Goethe, and Hesse and English poets such as Burns, Blake, and Wilde. While still in her youth, she also made the acquaintance of two individuals who would play an important role in her future: Greek poet Costa Vretto and Israeli painter David Beaucaire. Both flourished her character and supported her talent in writing.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 03/18/2014

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Thanks to all my friends and family for sharing my joy of intellectual challenges when I was starting this novel and for following up with support when it was needed. They provided me with their criticisms and ideas.

Speaking of encouragement, I like to mention and give thanks to Franziska Fugger von Babenhausen. She has been inspiriting and motivating while finishing my novel. Special thanks to Mauro Bergonzoli who offered his fantastic painting as the book-cover design.

To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one’s self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived—this is to have succeeded.

Bessie Anderson Stanley

Again I find myself alone at home, sitting in front the MacBook and reading my emails, surfing, and downloading music or movies. My private communication channels during the spare times when the daily work is done is just via this small little laptop. I often wonder why we have such an affection for these machines—iPads, iPhone, Galaxy Note, laptops and so on. Well than, we exchange thoughts through a new medium; sometimes we sit together on a couch or table and take our smartphones, sending each other SMSs or emails, like that it allows us to transfer a larger amount of information. Whether that’s an illusion or reality, that’s the question to be solved, but not now.

Most of my friends got partners or family. Of course, I had fallen in love several times, but they never lasted long, and still my longing for harmony and love sings its song of melting together, of the yin and yang, a sort of connection, of understanding each other’s souls. During our student epoch, we found millions of potential lovers in discos, on the street, at private parties, and almost everywhere, but now, somehow you are more at home with old friends instead of in discos. Work, home, sports, culture, relaxation, weekend activities, and all over again work, home…—it’s like a routine every day. Everything has its sense, and as a positive-thinking person, I take my current journey as an opportunity to view and grow another dimension of my inner part with self-assessment and glee. At least, a perfect work life balance, an absolutely perfect symbiosis between work and spare time. That’s quite a revolution, compared to the beginning of the industrial revolution itself. We, as free modern slaves, in regard of being an academic person, have got enough time for our family, friends, and ourselves. The corporate responsibility, it is named today; even so, King Hammurabi, in ancient Mesopotamia around 1700 bc, introduced the oldest code of law in the world in which architects, builders, landlords, or farmers were put to death if their carelessness or negligence caused the deaths of others or major discomfort to local citizens, and even in that time, the environment was taken care of. Just an old story’s revival. And what do I do with all this time by myself? Of course, I got my books, the laptop, and my TV. I am not really alone. And still, I guess, it’s within human nature to give and receive love, to feel another soul with all your senses, a communication of two minds and hearts.

Decision-making is needed; OK I will try to find a partner via the Net. While searching for a proper platform, I discovered www.special-friends.net and started to apply for a registration on this site. ‘I am a woman’, supplied my email address, created a password, re-entered my password, entered, and started a personality test. ‘What are you looking for—male, female? What is most important for you within a relationship?’ Wow, that was quite a challenge; millions of questions to feed the computer with data to calculate and find the interconnections between the given information with others, to find the ideal partner.

What did I start off? How insane to think of finding the right lover this way. But who cares? Just give it a try, and who knows what will happen? This might be told by the stars. Time is relative, and we are moving within parameters of time and space. Since the Big Bang, the time started, and because of this ongoing extension, our universe started to create life. And our species is such a young form of living. All those humans, Homo erectus and Homo heidelbergensis, both lived in Africa, Europe, and western Asia at least 600,000 years ago and became extinct as a species of the genus Homo. And we as Homo sapiens are still alive, but for how long, we can’t foresee. Are we flexible enough to survive, or do we destroy ourselves in account of our short-term thinking? Well, maybe the most important is to love in all its million ways. Love is creative and positive; love is looking for harmony and peace.

After finishing up with the information about myself and what I am looking for, some people were evaluated to be a good match to my habits and hobbies. To narrow down the potential partners, I decided to view just the ones who would enjoy good conversations, playing games, some sort of gambling, sports, concerts, and appreciating the time in nature. Thirty people remained, and now the next main importance for me was the appearance. How vain I was, incredibly and entirely superficial. I remember the time and my thoughts when I read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and how much I detested the humans blaming the monster for being ugly and not well proportioned. Poor monster, made out of different pieces of the body brought together, without a name, just the Adam of Victor’s labours, ugly, with translucent yellowish skin where all the arteries and muscles underneath are visible, glowing eyes, flowing black hair, black lips, and absolutely white teeth. The first sight is important to us; we see the surface and not the inner face. And now I am not any better at all. What about the character and the heart of the guy? The creation of Victor just wanted to be a part of society, which unfortunately was judged by people based on the outside and not the inside. Well, we are like that. I am like that. The first impression is discovered by the eyes. A blind man will listen to the sound of the voice, which we who are blest with all our senses take into account within the next step in finding out if a person belongs to our predator-prey system. Out of the thirty, seven remained and were taken into consideration for communicating first via email. I wrote the same mail for all of