This advent-poem, like all true language, doesn’t try to be “efficient” - and not just precise – it hopefully shows what it means to stay “alive”.

“Alive” in a sense of not being just rational or efficient -

but human and gentle,

maybe soft,

but somehow too poetic -

hopefully resonant - without lacking accuracy.

It does not demand understanding.

It invites listening.

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And perhaps that is the European way with words, with AI, with thought itself:

Not to conquer ambiguity, but to dwell in it.

Not to fear the silence, but to trust it.

Because the deepest truths are not stated.

They are heard –

in the pauses, the echoes, the spaces where one language ends

and another begins to sing.

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Wish you’ll a wonderful Christmas time…

… and it is written in English (together with LeChat/ Mistral) with the German Original added.