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René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-12-18

Wolfen

Wolfen, and Wohnkomplex II in Wolfen-Nord in particular, is sort of East Germany’s field of experiments. It once experimented with communism here, and now I sit on the top floor of what they built here, experimenting with organ music.

This album is a musical portrait of Wolfen-Nord as I saw it in December 2025, and I seriously think Wolfen-Nord has the sound of an organ, as no other instrument could describe it better. I must admit working on it led me to reconciliation with the town and district where fate brought me during an interesting period of my life.

Since I’ve lived in other parts of town beyond Wolfen-Nord, the album is simply called Wolfen so nobody feels left out. The cover photo is actually one I shot in Calbe, as I never caught fog that thick in WoNo itself. The album title font was taken from a dusty old ORWO film box sitting on my shelf, from Wolfen’s own film factory.

coignard.org/wolfen

https://renecoignard.com/wolfen/

#weblog #music

delongdelong
2025-12-15

Pivot to Video!
100,000 eyeballs here, & yet less influence than I would want to see; increasingly the sphere of public reason, such as it is, has migrated to video; the question is whether we follow or fade…
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2025-12-15 Mo
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-to-video
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René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-12-08

Sehr geehrter Herr Coignard,

These words began one of the letters I recently discovered in my (physical) letterbox. In this note, I’ll explain how it came to pass that my surname has only been displayed on my letterbox since the beginning of December.

It’s rather easy to deduce that I was once called by a different name, since I explicitly reference my previous name in my weblog’s description. And, of course, I’ve already written several notes here about this. Yes, it’s simply how things turned out historically that the matter of one’s chosen name has always been extraordinarily important to me: we don’t choose to be born, and it would be especially frustrating to go through one’s entire life under a name that someone else also chose for you. But that’s not the point. My passport states my old name, and I’ve no intention of changing that in future: it’s a rather handy little life cheat-code, thanks to which one can easily switch contexts. If someone addresses me by my old name, I know it’s either the state or someone from work. My new name, however, is what all my acquaintances, friends, and family call me. This division could also be observed in the physical realm: for instance, my letterbox at home was, until recently, labelled with my passport surname, whilst postcards and other letters addressed to my new name I collected from my PO Box at the post office. Let’s discuss that today.

One Friday, as usually happens on this day of the week, I was strolling through Wolfen’s Altstadt to check my post box. There I discovered a couple of letters from Deutsche Post, in which the postal service informed me that some letters couldn’t be delivered to the PO Box, and that the postman couldn’t find a letterbox for the surname Coignard at my home address. The post office instructed me to sort this matter out, that is, to ensure my new surname was placed on the letterbox, “otherwise we’ll terminate our contract with you without further notice.” No problem: I picked up a set of stickers at Kaufland, stamped out the surname with a letter stamp set, and stuck it on both the letterbox and the doorbell button. All that remained was to bring this arrangement into more respectable form, so I wrote to my contact person at the housing cooperative where I rent my flat, explaining that, well, this and that, the post office sent a letter, I’ve stuck a sticker with the surname on, please be aware, and I’ve done a bit of legal research on why I’m permitted to do this, and here’s a link to our contract as well: there was a clause in the Hausordnung section stating that notification isn’t required if it concerns ordinary nameplates, and that the landlord wouldn’t object as long as it doesn’t damage the property.

Naturally, in addition to my own investigation, I consulted with my lawyer, referencing everything I’d studied, and my lawyer confirmed that yes, my arguments were sound, everything was spot on. A bit later the housing cooperative replied, saying they’d heard me, their lawyer was now looking into the matter, and they’d write back with the results. What concerned them: firstly, without notification they might have accidentally spotted the sticker themselves and thought I’d decided to secretly organise a sublet without informing them. Secondly, Germany has this thing called the Einwohnermeldeamt, the residents’ registration office, and rather strict registration laws. Any surname suddenly appearing on a letterbox that the landlord knows nothing about is a rather enormous red flag for the cooperative: they might think someone unregistered has decided to live there, which carries the threat of fines for them if that turns out to be the case. Actually, in my letter I paid particular attention to proving that Podivilov and Coignard are one and the same person.

In the letter I provided evidence of using my name: for instance, in the ISNI registry the name René Coignard explicitly references Mikhail Podivilov, and an ORCID identifier is also listed there. References to my website and my works, where I’d used this name, proved sufficient. To make things easier for them, I designated this name as a Künstlername, literally a creative pseudonym. Incidentally, after obtaining German citizenship I’ll have the opportunity to include this name in a special field in the passport reserved for Künstlername: the law explicitly permits this. Eventually, after a bit of time, when the housing cooperative’s lawyer had examined my case, he agreed with my arguments and I was delighted to learn that the nameplate on my letterbox would be updated. At the beginning of last week, one day I returned home and discovered they’d indeed updated it, and now it reads:

Mikhail Podivilov
aka René Coignard

Prima! In the end everyone’s satisfied: the landlord, the Einwohnermeldeamt, Deutsche Post, and me. My postal address is available a few notes below, so do send postcards to mark such a momentous occasion, perhaps. Both Mikhail Podivilov and René Coignard would be absolutely delighted. I guarantee it.

https://renecoignard.com/sehr-geehrter-herr-coignard/

#weblog #germany

René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-12-08

Looking for Hosting?

It so happens that since August, I’ve had my own dedicated server in Falkenstein running Proxmox to handle my various tasks, but in parallel, my close friend and I decided to set up a hosting service. We already have several clients under management, including but not limited to B2B: from small personal projects to business solutions. Clients have remarked upon their websites’ loading speeds (because we’ve still got computing resources in abundance) and the quality of technical support. Moreover, we provide managed hosting services, which means you can count on technical assistance in migrating your project to our infrastructure and basic administration of your project.

If you or your acquaintances need reliable hosting in a European jurisdiction with GDPR compliance, we’d be delighted to discuss your project, your requirements, and an individual price for the service. Our hosting would suit any project, whether it’s a personal blog or a serious business application. In any case, you’ll get a high-performance server, uptime at 99.9%, backups, advanced support, and advanced security provision for your production environment. We also provide free consultation before you migrate to our cool shiny new servers on technical matters and pricing. Simply drop me a line and we’ll sort things out from there: work@renecoignard.com

https://renecoignard.com/looking-for-hosting/

#weblog #misc

Kalvin Carefour Johnny 🇲🇾kalvin0x58c@ohai.social
2025-12-06

My manifesto challenges the capitalist pursuit of extrinsic value, which feels like a maze. True freedom lies in defining our worth through connection and authenticity, not money or continuous exponential growth.

the-kalvin-weblog.pikapod.net/

#IntrinsicValue #Capitalism #HumaneTech #DigitalSovereignty #Neurodiversity #Activism #Economics #Crypto #Decentralisation #Finance #Philosophy #SelfHosting #Survival #Value #Resistance #Genuineness #Malaysia #MYR #OpenSource #Technology #Weblog

René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-12-04

Bye Fediverse

Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve noticed that the Fediverse has been consuming a rather substantial amount of my attention and emotional resources (which are already in rather limited supply at the moment). Therefore, I’ve decided to take a break for a couple of years, and we’ll see how things go after that. I’ll be posting here predominantly music updates (only finished releases), and I won’t be actively monitoring likes/replies, only situationally. The bot will continue bringing posts from my weblog as usual, so nothing will change in that regard.

https://renecoignard.com/bye-fediverse/

#weblog #misc

René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-12-02

My Current Postal Address

If you would like to send me a postcard or correspond with me by regular mail, I hope you will find my current postal address useful.

René Coignard
OT Wolfen
Fritz-Weineck-Straße 3
06766 Bitterfeld-Wolfen
GERMANY

You can also send mail to my PO box:

René Coignard
Postfach 11 03
06754 Bitterfeld-Wolfen
GERMANY

https://renecoignard.com/my-current-postal-address/

#weblog #updates

Matthias ZöchlingCSSence@mas.to
2025-12-02

“Baseline widely available” is a good thing to look out for when it comes to CSS features, but given that my blog’s core audience uses the latest browsers, I just went all in and made my new design the default.

cssence.com/2025/without-furth

#blog #weblog #redesign

René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-11-24

Bye Reddit, Bye Spotify

I’ve deleted my u/coignard account on Reddit and stopped using Spotify. Regarding Reddit: I found myself today reading comments under a post discussing a rather contentious topic, and suddenly thought: “what am I doing here?” Indeed: what am I doing there? It seems to me that Reddit has long since become just another internet cesspit. In the Russian-speaking segment, an analogous cesspit exists under the Pikabu brand, but that doesn’t change the essence of things. On Reddit, I mostly posted memes in German, which I’d either found elsewhere or created myself. And my own projects, for instance, plugins for Obsidian. But I realised I didn’t want to invest in Reddit and didn’t want to be part of it. So I’m no longer there and never will be again. Actually, this is quite a consistent decision, given that in the past I stopped using Facebook, Instagram, and other social networks: the time had come to bid farewell to Reddit as well.

With Spotify, it’s a slightly different story. I didn’t begrudge the money for a subscription, because they provide an excellent service, but at some point I caught myself realising that I was discovering new music exclusively through Spotify’s algorithms. Why that’s not cool: because previously it was an entire process, a kind of journey. It happened consciously and was in itself rather fascinating and brought pleasure. So I abandoned this service in favour of storing music locally. And now I can also support independent musicians who sell their albums on Bandcamp. For instance, Half Moon Run, or The Mysterious Town of Oak Hill, a band from Saint Petersburg. I’ve known them for ages, but how wonderful it was to discover them anew, thanks to this now conscious process! Found their new album from 2018. That’s precisely what I’d been missing.

https://renecoignard.com/bye-reddit-bye-spotify/

#weblog #misc

René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-11-21

My Actual Postal Address

If you would like to send me a postcard or correspond with me by regular mail, I hope you will find my actual postal address useful.

René Coignard
Fritz-Weineck-Straße 3
06766 Wolfen OT Wolfen-Nord
Germany

You can also send mail to my PO box:

René Coignard
Postfach 11 03
06754 Wolfen
Germany

https://renecoignard.com/my-actual-postal-address/

#weblog #updates

René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-11-20

Coignard

Today marks four years since I registered the domain for my weblog, renecoignard.com. I’d never kept count of how long I’d been using it, but recently I noticed quite by chance that its birthday was coming up. Well then, I thought, this is a good opportunity to share something interesting related to it. Say, the history of the surname I once chose for myself in place of the one I inherited from my father and had certified by the state. You probably already know my relationship with any state apparatus has always been rather tense, to put it mildly. But that’s not what this is about. Before I begin, here’s a funny random fact: I chose this last name before I chose my first names (I mean René Jean-Michel Yves).

When I asked my former French girlfriend what her surname meant, she simply replied: “it just exists; I think many French surnames don’t really have any meaning behind them”. Of course, I’m not quoting her verbatim, but that was the gist of it. Well, I didn’t agree with her observation then, and I certainly don’t now: French surnames often have complex but interesting histories connected to their meanings. Take my own surname, Coignard; I’ve been researching it since 2022, and the investigation itself has proved quite an interesting historical adventure for me. In this note, I’d like to briefly summarise my research findings and tell the story of the main theories I’ve identified.

I’ll begin with the French occupational version, which I’ve chosen as the primary one. The second, Breton version has its own appeal, and I’ll discuss it shortly, but there are more arguments in favour of the first. Why occupational? Because I started by studying the suffix -ard, which primarily functions as an occupational marker (though it also appears as an intensifier and a pejorative marker). The first part of the word presumably derives from the French cognée (axe), and in combination with the suffix -ard explains the occupational function of the bearer: one who uses an axe, that is, a woodcutter. There’s another formula where instead of the axe, cogner is used, meaning to hit or strike: in that case, -ard most likely functions as a pejorative marker, and the meaning becomes “one who fights”, “brawler”, “ruffian”. The pejorative functions of the suffix -ard were studied by Kurt Glaser. This is further supported by the Occitan parallel, which has the word conhar, also meaning to hit or strike, pronounced roughly as “koo-nya”.

The French linguist Albert Dauzat studied surnames beginning with Cogn- and established that their bearers were predominantly located in forested regions. Given this context, the first version, the occupational one, seems more appropriate in this particular case. Additionally, bearers of the surname Coignard itself, and similar ones, historically came predominantly from Maxent near Plélan-le-Grand: according to research by General Tuffet, between 1590 and 1730, at least 504 people with the surnames Cognard and Coignard were born there. The occupations of surname bearers were directly or indirectly connected with woodworking: woodcutters, millers, sabot-makers. Taking into account the areal analysis (surname bearers live in forested regions) and the occupational marker (surname bearers engage in professions connected with working with wood), I consider the French occupational version to be the most plausible. In the process, I also discovered a funny French saying: “Il ne faut pas jeter le manche après la cognée”, which literally means “one mustn’t throw the handle after the axe”. The idea is that one shouldn’t abandon what one’s started after the first setback: one must gather one’s courage and carry on.

The Breton version also begins with studying -ard, and I was greatly helped in this by J.-L. Fleuriot’s work “Quelques noms de lieux ou de personnes en vieux-breton”, in which he shows that -ard/-arth is a root derived from Old Breton meaning “bear”, often used in the sense of “warrior”, “high”, or “noble” in compound personal names. The same document discusses Count Alain Canhiart (circa 1000-1058), Count of Cornouaille, who founded the Benedictine monastery of Locmaria de Quimper for his daughter Hodiern, its first abbess. Fleuriot analyzes the Count’s surname, which appears in 11th-century documents in various forms: Cainard (1031-1055, 1037) and Chanarth (other sources). Notably, in a 1029 document, Chanarth was translated into Latin as “Bellator fortis” (brave warrior). Fleuriot proposes the etymology cain (beautiful) + arth (bear, in the sense of “strong”, “warlike”). An alternative reconstruction as Old Breton Kann Yac’h, meaning “a fighter full of vigour”, has been suggested by other researchers, though both etymologies converge on the same Latin translation and semantic field. In later French usage, related surnames appear in various spellings: Congnard, Cognard, and Coignard.

Against the Breton version is the fact that Maxent, which I already mentioned in the first version of the surname’s origin, is located in Haute Bretagne, a Romance-speaking zone, and Breton had not been the primary language there since the 10th century. So the French occupational version remains the primary one. Of course, it isn’t critical for me: since I didn’t inherit this surname but chose it for myself independently, I can enjoy the advantages of both versions I’ve studied. I like them both equally, though the Breton one seems more elegant than the French occupational version.

Of course, it’s impossible to fit all the details of the research into such a short note, and the research isn’t fully complete: besides these two main versions, there are also Burgundian, Belgian, Limousin, Léonard, Cotentin, Breton Armor, and other variants, but I haven’t gathered as many arguments in their favour. So yes, the research continues. Instead of a conclusion, I’ll merely note another funny fact: I arrived at the first and still primary version, the French occupational one, in 2022 at a moment when I was hiding in the forest from police persecution. And yes, I was splitting wood with an axe for my own stove and for the stove of an old woman who lived in the same village where I was hiding, so that she wouldn’t freeze during that winter’s harsh frosts (it was cold: two thermometers recorded –38°C and –40°C on one particular day). She didn’t freeze, and neither did I.

https://renecoignard.com/coignard/

#weblog #projects

2025-11-18

Musik beim Bloggen?
TL;DR: Ja!

Angeregt durch Henning und Martin, wollte ich auch einfach meinen Senf dazugeben.
Wie in jeder anderen Lebenslage läuft auch Musik, wenn [...]
knieb.es/6931
#Musik #Weblog #Fotografie

2025-11-16

sailing-dulce.nl/home/article- #Weblog #storing #Maakum #koudegolf Zondag 16-11-2025 Vanmorgen kan ik niet meer inloggen op mijn website. Ook de website zelf krijg ik niet op het scherm. Weer een storing in de servers van Maakum? Ik geef de storing per email door en wacht af, maar de hele ochtend gebeurt er niets. Natuurlijk, het is weekend, dat snap ik wel. Tenslotte bel ik ze op, maar een damesstem zegt dat hun voicemail vol zit. Zo? Is het een grote storing? Halverwege de middag is er nog geen op..

René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-11-12

Chatkontrolle 2.0

Today in Brussels, a closed-door session of an EU working group will discuss Chatkontrolle 2.0. This legislative package would entirely strip EU citizens of their right to private communications. Rather amusing that only recently I wrote about EU parliamentarians proclaiming their victory over this idiotic bill, whilst in reality they’re now preparing to push through an even more aggressive version via the back door.

The original bill mandated direct scanning obligations for all messenger applications, which have now been scrapped and replaced with a new loophole forcing messengers like WhatsApp to take “all appropriate risk mitigation measures.” This means proper end-to-end encryption will cease to exist. The implication is that “AI” will be deployed for mass scanning of personal correspondence and metadata of all citizens, searching for suspicious keywords and signals.

And naturally, Denmark’s grasping hands want to put an end to all anonymity and identify every messenger user via identity documents and facial photographs, just to create an account in email (the last bastion of decentralisation, mind you) and messaging apps. Where have I seen this before? Perhaps they should simply import the MAX messenger from Russia straightaway? It’s as if they’re copying everything wholesale, honestly.

In short, states are once again attempting to push through total surveillance legislation under the guise of protecting children. As I’ve said before, turning Europe into a dictatorship would cost nothing at all. Considering that not a single one of my German acquaintances has ever even heard of this law, it’ll be dead simple to accomplish. No one will notice, no one will kick up a fuss. Brainwashing Europeans is no more difficult than brainwashing Russians. Especially when Europeans themselves reckon “they’ve nothing to hide.” There and here alike, most people are energy-efficient.

https://renecoignard.com/chatkontrolle-2-0/

#weblog #politics

Larvitz :fedora: :redhat:Larvitz@burningboard.net
2025-11-09

I did re-launch my personal blog website:

blog.hofstede.it

FreeBSD / Linux / Open Source. All things cleanly engineered !

Severel new articles currently in progress.

#weblog #blog #freebsd #linux #opensource #foss

René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-10-29

Qatsi

Back in September I needed a console tool that would take one of my high-entropy master passwords (the ones I keep in my head) plus some context, and deterministically generate a password from that. Same inputs, same output, every time. The use case: I have several critical things that need strong passwords (disk encryption, PGP keys, SSH keys, cryptocurrency wallet passphrases, Proxmox backups), but using the same (master!) password for all of them would be dangerous. If one context gets compromised, everything else potentially goes down with it. So I needed a way to derive different passwords from the same master without storing anything.

I did some research and built Qatsi (from Koyaanisqatsi, obviously). All other implementations I found during my research (like LessPass, which uses PBKDF2) proudly marketed themselves as stateless password managers whilst conveniently ignoring a rather important detail: deterministic generators are dangerous for everyday online use. Most didn’t use memory-hard KDFs, and nobody wanted to admit the inherent limitation: if someone gets your master password, you’re done. Context layers have much less entropy, so compromising the master means compromising everything.

I use Qatsi exclusively on my air-gapped Gentoo machine for offline stuff. Even if someone knew my PGP or Proxmox backup passwords, they’d still need to get their hands on the actual keys or encrypted backups first. Not exactly trivial. Qatsi lets me keep a few passwords in my head instead of dozens, generate the rest when needed, and maintains proper isolation. One leaked key doesn’t compromise the others.

What matters most to me: if I lost my KeePassXC database or it got corrupted (backups notwithstanding), I could still recover passwords for my most critical contexts. No storage required. That’s why I bothered building this. The technical report is available on arXiv, and the Rust source code is on GitHub at the link below.

coignard.org/qatsi

https://renecoignard.com/qatsi/

#weblog #crypto

René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-10-28

My Not-So-Solitary Pickets

A random thought that came to me today: even if it seems like my actions back in Russia didn’t lead to any visible result (the war is still going on), that’s only how it appears. Every time I protested and people saw it (in person, online), it connected them through me.

If someone couldn’t directly and openly express their disagreement with what was happening, they had an alternative: share a post on social media about my picket with the Mir card, say, which deliberately highlighted the absurdity and ridiculousness of everything. Or discuss my other pickets and statements.

I was thinking about something like this earlier today, I think when I was posting something on the fediverse. That people see there’s this sort of opinion, which means I can have it too, I’m not alone. So my solitary pickets were never truly solitary.

https://renecoignard.com/my-not-so-solitary-pickets/

#weblog #russia

René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-10-28

Micro-Putin

Merz has a simple solution to every problem: deport migrants. It’s rather remarkable watching a chancellor whose rhetoric echoes Goebbels. The man literally said: “But we naturally still have this problem in the cityscape, and that’s why the Federal Minister of the Interior is now enabling and carrying out deportations on a very large scale.” In the context of migration, cityscape naturally refers to just a few things: the skin colour of people on the streets, their clothing, the shops they run. And Merz is essentially saying yes, of course we’re deporting more people to fix this. As if migrants are to blame for all the state’s problems.

Speaking of which, Russians have recently had their humanitarian visas under § 22 Satz 2 effectively discontinued. These are for Russians persecuted on political grounds back home. I came here under this same provision myself. Restricting legal migration is always the easiest option, as then you can report to the electorate: look, we’re not letting Ausländer in anymore. And this despite the fact that these visas are a drop in the ocean. Only about 2,000 have been issued since 2022.

He’s literally a micro-Putin. Betrayed voters on every campaign promise and now allows himself racist statements, knowing full well the CDU’s ratings are sufficient and society will swallow it. Or perhaps society simply agrees with him. Especially in the eastern part of the country. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if one day he decides to stop monitoring the AfD and begins cooperating with them. The rhetoric is remarkably similar to what these devotees of racism and nationalism use.

And the cherry on top. Instead of retracting his comment, Merz doubled down. Asked by reporters on Monday whether he regretted his statement, he replied: “Ask your daughters, ask your friends, everyone will confirm this is a problem, at least after dark.” He added: “I have nothing to take back. On the contrary.” Yet as the outcry continued, Merz changed course late Wednesday and began to aggressively walk back his comments.

By the way, here’s another brilliant bit. The CDU is demanding the introduction of video surveillance with facial recognition. Bloody hell, it’s literally Safe Region 2.0 (Russia’s mass surveillance system). Amusing that in July Dobrindt proposed using Palantir for surveillance, and now there’s this as well.

I’ve always been certain that populations everywhere are more or less equally energy-efficient when it comes to thinking for themselves and forming their own opinions. This isn’t just a Russian problem. And I’m equally certain that if Kremlin propaganda were broadcast on telly here, everyone would support Putin just the same. Though mind you, in the eastern part of Germany even that’s not necessary. Fifty percent voted for the AfD in my town in the last elections. Plus I’ve got a fair number of German Putinverstehers in my circle, unfortunately. Germans who are against the AfD are very reluctant to talk about it here.

In short, my point is that establishing a dictatorship in Europe is dead simple. For instance, I asked my German acquaintances whether they’d heard about Denmark’s proposed Chatkontrolle. No one had. They didn’t even know this was the second time this bill had been pushed through. And even after modest public pressure, the project wasn’t cancelled. It was just removed from the agenda until next time. Which means it’ll be back. But parliamentarians pompously sent me an email proclaiming: “Hurrah, victory! We’ve won! Hurrah!”

https://renecoignard.com/micro-putin/

#weblog #politics

René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-10-28

A Time for Compassion

Humankind suffers. Delve a little into a person’s troubled mind, and you will inevitably uncover the root causes: exhaustion, pain, and death. No, humanity does not live in a global prison, as some thinkers suggest. It may, at worst, be a prison of one’s thoughts and perceptions. But life on this planet, for those capable of reason, is more akin to existence in a hospice.

To me, birth seems like the final stage of a terminal illness, inevitably followed by death. Birth, the trial of life, and death — this path is the same for each of us. The more optimistic minds might argue that life is not solely composed of suffering, that it also holds moments filled with joy. Moments indeed — but what lies between them? Life, by its very nature, has been designed this way.

The world simply is. And a human simply is. People inherit their sense of existence from the world, but the world is just there. It has no grand purpose; it simply exists. One cannot derive meaning from something in which meaning never inherently resided. What humans can do is create smaller, fleeting meanings within moments — and it is in those moments that they feel happiness. And that, for a time, is enough.

The Earth, and the universe at large, is not a prison, if only because no one is sent here to serve out a punishment. Life emerges spontaneously, typically without malicious intent but also without consent. We are placed here, not by choice, but neither as punishment. Life opens its doors to each new arrival much as the doors of a hospital open to terminally ill patients, who cry out the moment they first open their eyes.

There is no cure for this illness, nor is one possible. Humanity might one day invent immortality, stop the aging of cells, or transfer consciousness into a machine. Perhaps the brain could even be rewired to experience eternal joy and celebration. I would rather die than live such a life. Eternal stimulation holds no appeal for me; I would rather leave and embrace eternal oblivion, even if I will not be able to feel it. I do not need it. What I crave is silence.

Though this view may seem pessimistic, it is not without optimism. Yes, each person will die, and eventually, so will humanity. But for now, there is you, there is me, and while we live in this hospice and continue to receive new terminally ill patients, while we live among these fellow patients and, crucially, understand that we are part of this community of the doomed, we can reduce the suffering — both our own and that of others.

It doesn’t matter whether those around us understand this. There is no need to force anyone to accept this view. Yet, once you grasp and accept this concept yourself, life becomes far simpler and more comprehensible. From this perspective, social standing, achievements, and legacy no longer hold importance: whether you are wealthy or poor, intellectual or simple-minded, a freedom fighter or a servant of a long-entrenched tyrant, your roles are equal. All of us are patients in this hospice.

I look through the window at the hospital courtyard and see humanity playing there. From this vantage point, it is tempting to forget all grievances, all the evil, all the foolish and impulsive actions committed by others. When you realise that the common thread binding everyone is exhaustion from life, pain from past experiences, and inevitable death, all you want to do is embrace them and offer what little comfort you can.

Of course, I do not condone violence in any form. But I do believe that the greatest act of violence is bringing new people into the world without their consent. These people were never asked if they wanted to live, yet they are condemned to existence. There is no justification for those who maim or take lives, for that only amplifies suffering: both in the act of killing and in the aftermath for those left behind.

We, humanity, seldom question the creation of new life because we assume that if it aligns with nature, it must be right and good. One might label nature as an embodiment of cruelty, but it is not so. Nature is indifferent to our suffering. It creates us and sets us on our path without malice. It is simply fulfilling its function. Only recently have people emerged from their caves and begun to find more suitable ways of living. Still, out of habit, we obey nature’s old commands and continue to create new lives — not out of malice, but usually out of ignorance or inertia.

Read more: http://renecoignard.com/a-time-for-compassion/

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René von Wolfen-Nord :db: :fckafd: :durka:rene@wolfen-nord.social
2025-10-28

My PGP Public Key

A copy of my public PGP key can be obtained using WKD or on the keys.openpgp.org website. The former method is more preferable.

The fingerprint of my PGP public key: 193E 1834 8200 C45F C8A5 61EB 0802 BDCD 5265 6EE9. This is hard to spot with the naked eye, but the last two groups of hexadecimal numbers are an ISO-8859-1 character set sequence: 52 65 6E E9, which can be decoded as “René.”

http://renecoignard.com/my-pgp-public-key/

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