Paul Esselborn

My freedom ends where the freedom of my counterpart begins.

  • The clap of a hand

    It was a few years ago and I was searching for myself. I was driving aimlessly north in my car. As I approached the coast, the hand of God touched me and I couldn't stop crying. With tears streaming down my eyes, I asked questions about the meaning of existence, about my path, my purpose.

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