It is fascinating that water meant always more for mankind than just a fluid in order to satisfy our thirst, it can also be regarded as a magic agent substantial for life. Many of the global recorded myths have a strong focus on water like the Sumerian historical tradition mentioning a primordial ocean – embodied in the goddess Nammu – as the source of all life on Earth.

Hence, not so long ago in Sicily, at the Grotto of the Sybil, at the ancient temple of Apollo, on St. John’s Eve, 23rd June, women and girls used to visit the grotto with the belief that by drinking of the ‘prophetic water’ they would learn weather their husbands or boyfriends had been faithful to them in that particular year.

Quiet part of Starzlach Gorge near Sonthofen, Germany

Climbing clouds at Roque de las Muchachos, La Palma, Canary Islands

Water does appear in so many disguises and diverse conditions that it must be really described as a leading designer of/on our planet Earth. Just think of the tremendous gorge of the Grand Canyon or the 400 km long Lambert Glacier in Antarctica.

Each day the global weather system condenses enormous amounts of sea water and transforms them to huge chrystalline clouds being then chased by the wind at any place of the world. The clouds are in constant change of their forms – driven by the endless dancing saturated damps in the sky. This may induce finally even the sun to retreat for a couple of time.

Icy swords hanging down a roof in  Bozi Dar, Czech Republic

Foggy tree disguise in a forest near Lohr am Main, Germany

Water is also dangerous, anarchic and lawless because this fluid establishs one of the big exceptions in chemistry and physics where their logic fails to really describe the secrets of this fluid because it is more than just a molecular combination of hydrogene and oxygene.

The special structure of the water molecules and their ability to build large geometrical clusters are the typical behavioral capabilities of water. The quality of water is also increasing with a more harmonic geometrical cluster which can change depending on environmental conditions.

Early morning in the Oder valley near Krajnik Gorny, Poland

So we should really care more about this principal terrestrial reserve, these fluid endless depths mean our very original home.


There once was a curious rabbit living within a quite huge park grounds of a far away big city. There life turned out to be easy with lots of trees and bushes, diverse flowers and tutored lawns. Only the crazy two-legs were disturbing the rabbit a little bit while they occupied his admired park all day long. Early in the morning each day bunny was always surprised when observing the tall two-legs running through the park without real aim, while others of this species were just slowly walking in a very artificial and weird style – probably delegates of the ‘Ministry for Silly Walking’. But in the night all was just fine and quiet, because then bunny could use any desired place in the green.

One night shortly before full moon the rabbit strolled around the park and finally reached an old oak-tree. A real great hunger had led him to this place where odd plants had emerged from the ground never seen before. These strange looking fungi looked like small red umbrellas with white points on the upper side, and the pale light of the moon let the toadstools even gleam more seductively. And bunny was so hungry that he straightway swallowed up two of them. A strange feeling broadened in the belly of the rabbit who did not really care about that.

Half an hour later it all began, the moon resembled suddenly reddish, the sky immersed in a bright orange while all trees and bushes were covered with sparkling blue layers of light. Wow, what an amazing show tonight, thought the rabbit. But the visions changed quickly, there was a metro tunnel to be crossed, and after the metro tunnel bunny discovered a busy municipal motorway where the wild animals of the forest were ferociously racing down the road towards the horizon. Astonishingly none of the two-legs was present here because this would have been an ideal place for running and silly walking – strange two-legs hard to understand for a small rabbit.

It was like in a cinema, and the very next moment bunny was captured by a tremendous canyon. Now walking and climbing over heavy rocks seemingly for many hours, the rabbit dreamed of his nice park where all had been so nice and tidy. Subsequently he reached a painted wall at the end of the gorge where bunny did quickly fall asleep. Multiple mad dreamings pursued him all over the night, so bunny was really happy when the first rays of the sun waked him up next morning. Still dazzled by the adventures of the night he found himself again in his beloved park where nothing had changed so far. So he decided instantly not to taste these toadstools again in his further life.