Hi Philip,

When it comes to whether something is ethical, I ask myself "Is this something I would like to read about myself in a newspaper?" I know it's a bit limiting but it works for me.  In regard to your question, I would say that I can live with the notion of making sure that the key definitions are provided to the language learner. If the student is motivated to dig deeper into the etymology of a word, then kudos for the effort.  Life is too short to be anything but passionate in your endevours.

regards

peeleye@facebook  

Truth and Faith (Part One) (Correction is appreciated:))))

Yesterday I fainted in the crowded and suffocating bus on my way home yet nobody helped me. Sure they didn't have to, but gladly thankfully I managed to support myself with a handrail and finally arrived at the station. I pushed away people away (better!) like a mad woman and staggered toward home.
Now I finally could kick out (okay, but "forget about" is better) work-related issues from my private life (unnecessary) and try to enjoy weekends, thus although with this nagging headache that has been haunting me since the time immemorial (a bit extreme and bordering on cliche, and I can't imagine a haunting headache. I would say "since I crawled out of bed this morning - not poetic I know, but I tend to err on the side of specificity). I decide to have a conversation with myself again (I often soliloquize with myself, haha!).
"Have you ever felt it dreadful when thinking at the had the dreadful thought of living in this bizzare cosmopolis throughout for your entire life?" I asked myself, then another voice in my brain spoke, and all of a sudden it occurred to me that a long time ago I told someone that our life is nothing but a dream within a dream. YYet when I unfolded my aforementioned vexations  to upon him, he comforted me with the exact words as I had told him. Thus, like him, I imagine that all the crowds passing me by are dreams within dreams. So I walk on, eyes vacant, mind vacant, which possesses not so much a difference from that of a corpse.

The solution to my nervous breakdown and mental retardness (?) and other sorts of disorders is actually as easy as suggested by him. I need to have a rest. (ZzzzzZzzzzzZzzzzzzzzz)
There is a Buddhist temple in this everlastingly (? 'constantly' perhaps? ) bustling downtown area, which was built during 220~280 A.D., and, in 1008, the Emperor renamed it as "静安寺 (Jing'an Si)" -- the Temple of Silence and Peace.

Everyday I pass by Jing'an Temple and sometimes overhear chimes clanking amidst the breeze. However noisy this insane and mundane world is, I always treasure that ephemeral peaceful moment.
Atheists are sniggering right now perhaps, but I still consider it a human naturale to pursue for something to believe in. Thus, some of our species (otherwise it my be thought that you are implying that their are other species - cats, dogs, flying spaghetti monsters - that hold some sort of religious belief! <em>people</em> rely on religions (political stability is not concerned in this circumstance), but sometimes when we realize what we so faithfully believe in is just a mirage, then the palace we built in our heart shatters into pieces and the pillars that support brittle spirits fall asunder away.

Meanwhile, another vision is formed; henceforth, which is the truth.

Hope this is helpful.  

Stay well, do good work and keep in touch.

regards

Richard

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Die Weisse Wand

Von meinem Büro an der achte Stock gibt es ein Aussicht von das Fenster. In der Nähe sieht man eine weisse Wand von einen Fabrik oder so etwas. Auf der Dach zu erreichen, muss man auf die Treppe aufstiegen. Von meiner Desk ich kann die Kontour Linie auf die Treppe sehen. Und wann ich habe auf meiner Computer desktop zu lange anschaut und meiner Augen einer Pause brauchen, dann suchen ich aus das Fenster und in die Ferne an. Ich möchte an diesem Moment was für ein Graffiti Bild an die Treppe Wand vorstellen und zeichnen. Gestern habe ich einen Man, so wie ein Keith Haring Man vorgestellt. Heute vorstellte ich, dass der Flying Spaghetti Monster steigt nach oben die Weisse Treppen.

Richard

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My holidays in Scotland

This summer I was in Scotland for a week. My aunt, her Scotish husband and I visited his family in Aberdeen. I really liked the city. It was very nice and the beach was cool (mild?), even when it's cold.
One day we drove the "West Coast Trail" up to Inverness and then around the Loch Ness lake. Most of the time it was raining cats and dogs, but during the rain-free moments we took amazing photos of the landscape.
On another day we were in Stonehaven; a beautiful little town at the coast. Nearby was a lovely castle called Dunnottar Castle complete with its own Scotish bagpiper (bagpipe player?).
During my time in Scotland I met a lot of new people and I really love this country. But I could never live there because it is too cold. :)

just some small corrections. Overall you did very well.  I hope you could take a moment to look at my German piece that I wrote today and make any corrections.

regards

Richard