What my favourite Authors have in common

I love J.K. Rowling, whose books I know by heart because I have read them several times in English, German, Plattdeutsch, and now the first one, in Latin. I also keep listening to the audio books by Stephen Fry, who is a genious!
She shows me something fundamental about the world: Magic. Her magic system is deeply rooted in the ancient powers of Love and death, one eternal and never ending, the other finite, and finished at the end. Every book ends with a death. In the first book, it is of someone who has sold the back of his head and his heart to the devil – Quirrel has Voldemort stuck in his head, and death in his heart. Touching Harry burns his skin, and Voldemort leaving makes his heart stop.

I love Stephen Hawking, whose books I have not yet finished. I am reading the German audio book Die K├╝rzeste Geschichte der Zeit (A short story of time) and his Universum in der Nussschale (Universe in a nutshell).
He explains the whole universe in simple terms, and I finally know what time is. If light is a wave and a particle at the same time, then a tsunami is a wave and water at the same time. The latter is in an ocean, the former in our universe, and in lots of multiverses, I imagine. It’s like having a bucket full of water: you can make the bottom vertical without spilling a drop if you just turn fast enough on the spot. (It takes some practice, but you can try it!)
Maybe I got him wrong, but I think that time is the stuff between quarks, between particles and waves, the void through which matter and energy, water and light, moves.

I love Terry Pratchett, who makes me laugh about his worlds, because they are beautiful and concise mirrors of ours. I have read all the Discworld books I could get my grabby hands on. Just for Thief of Time I didn‘t make time yet. I love me a world that combines grand and ancient genesis myths, and turns it into a disc on the back of four elephants, standing on a turtle, swimming through the vastness of space.
It’s funny as hell, and grand as the world and the myths. He makes fun only of humans and their mistakes, but elevates our great ideas and gives them shapes. Great A‘Tuin, the world turtle, has eyes as old as lakes, and a shell covered in ice and meteor craters. The sun is tiny, and all the Egyptian goddesses and sun myths try to be real at the same time. Death has a voice as ancient as the earth, as grave as a tomb, SPEAKS IN ALL CAPS.

I love Einstein, who I haven‘t read at all yet. I‘ve learned about him in school, of course, and I heard from him in Hawking’s audio book. I plan to read his works on relativity in their original language, which I guess is German, which is a relief, really. Because I happen to be german, too.
He had wonderful explanations for most everything that is going on in this marvelous world of ours. I look forward to his theories, and to learning about planets and genesis and movements, and I want to learn ancient Greek, because this language, like Latin, is connected to our whole western philosophy and sciences.

I want to broaden my horizons, and I want to read and hear from people who are unlike me. I want to re-read my books from India, about Yoga, re-visit Masanobu Fukuoka, Japanese literature and manga, Chinese philosophies and poetry, eastern philosophy and worlds.

I love words, they open up worlds.
I love worlds, they contain libraries.