In memoriam Klaus Arnsperger: “Ashes to ashes,” or a call for renewing our native wisdom

Hello everyone. It’s been quite a while again (almost three months this time) since I last posted something. Life has been intruding, so to speak. I won’t go into all details. Some of them are pretty mundane, others less so.

One event stands out for me though, strangely or not so strangely related to this blog’s theme through the passageways of metaphysical lucidity. My father Klaus Arnsperger died, aged 87, on January 13th in a hospital in Zurich. My mother, my sister and I held his hands and stroked his chest up until his very last breath. Continue reading