Under the title heartless, addicted to death, fugitive from death, a short, poetic attempt is made to take a look at the current explosions of war--to the so called "just" [German: gerecht] war and to a kind of unbearable violence--trying to make them audible and tangible. Why does the word gerecht automatically resonate in German with the word gerächt, prolonging the old friend-enemy scheme? Isn't it accompanied by frightening coldness and cruelty stimulated by the explosion of accumulated trauma as a possible reason? Or is human mankind simply a kind of Leviathan and definitely not the crown of creation? "Time is out of joint" diagnoses Hamlet. A badly frightening, disappointing diagnoses. But, despite these historical facts, doesn't there also exist virtual possibilities (Deleuze)? Possibilities that are real, but still waiting to be actualized? But where do they wait? And, under which conditions do they become actual? How to find a way through the labyrinth life with the monster Minotaurus? In ancient Greek Mythology it was Ariadne's thread which leads through the labyrinth. Ariadne literally means "the holiest". Does the labyrinth of life probably comprise a hidden secret place, where she, Ariadne, the holiest, could find asylum and refuge? In ancient Vedic times it was said that the poets found such an asylum in the crypt of their heart. Safed by the heart behind the heart they "woke up" in a sort of vision which was showing them what mankind could be meant to be, once. A transformation of their minds, that went hand in hand with a conversion of their hearts. Such a metamorphosis only happens in companionship with a dangerous perhaps, as Nietzsche puts it. Nevertheless, it contains the power and potency of the knowledge of a future to come, in which yet unrealized possibilities eventually will have taken place as an ongoing chance and dilemma of our human, all too human existence - and it is also the power of Art in Philosophy + Philosophy in the Arts.