Uni Versity
08. Apr 2026,
Those are two separate word parts, aren't they? Uni and Versity struck a deal — and in doing so, made quite a contribution to education. Oh wonder of wonders, this concept too comes straight out of the old Latins' kitchen. “Universitas” stood for “totality” or “community.” Oha — academics are accessible to the totality of citizens? Well, how marvellous.
“I’m at uni today” always read beautifully to me.
Because the phrase feels like someone has arrived at inner harmony — at the union of mind and soul, brain and heart.
A peacefully joyful gathering of knowledge on the one hand, and of research and renewal on the other.
Versity is part of diversity — of the most varied kinds of things and living beings.
Evolution allows itself an extraordinarily wide palette of possibilities right there.
Try.
Experiment.
The university as an institution is ancient.
At least within the timeframe of human development.
The first university was founded in Bologna in the year 1088 — yes, AD — and was conceived as a place of learning and research where knowledge could be freely exchanged between teachers and students.
Aha — exchange.
Not one-directional lectures from professors to assembled students.
That’s a medieval idea, perhaps, but a very good one.
Brain food for students means, above all, synapses and the creativity of thought.
And in every society and every era, that is not a luxury — it is a condition.
During my research years of life — that is, the phase of figuring out what my life actually meant — I was on my way to university.
I just didn’t know it at the time.
As an adolescent, I had no idea what my profession of the future would look like.
But the word “calling” I took more seriously than most things.
There was only one thing I knew drove me: writing.
Always and everywhere.
About everything and anything.
Writing was always my thing of pleasure and impulse, in general.
The logical path would have been to study German literature and philosophy.
That’s what I was told, anyway.
But the far louder voices argued that as a writer, hardly anyone had a future.
I’d be better off choosing a “logical” career.
Ergo: no academic secondary school, no university, no life as a writer.
Today, looking in the rear-view mirror, I see my story with a quiet smile (a loud smile is boisterous laughter), because my journey through the music business was quite the adventure.
But something slightly sour still lingers in the room.
The sour-natured talking-out of youthful dreams.
The vigorous downgrading of creative artistic careers.
Creativity is university.
Creative force for the community.
Not just for the economy.
More artistic intelligence, instead of natural impertinence.
