Day 1833, glass.

It was gray outside today

but the light reflected the colors

that I imagined

or wished for

on this thin layer between me…


this thin layer of glass protects me

from the storm outside

and it keeps me

from the storm outside


I can only break it


Day 1832, down stream.

Full of energy I streamed down to a sea, driven by a need to go.

Halfway my journey, a cold eastern wind sung and gripped me, it took away the light and open sky, a barrier was composed, and a part of me conducted and stayed behind.

That part of me is for always lost, and will collapse the further I move away.

Some of it will follow me, eventually, but I will never know, when I will meet it again.

Day 1831, B&W.

I sometimes wish that I could see the world in black and white.

A neat dividing line through every gradation.

Just black and white.

Day 1830, interesting.

A door is a hinged or otherwise movable barrier that allows ingress into and egress from an enclosure. The created opening in the wall is a doorway or portal. A door’s essential and primary purpose is to provide security by controlling access to the doorway (portal). Conventionally, it is a panel that fits into the portal of a building, room, or vehicle. Doors are generally made of a material suited to the door’s task. Doors are commonly attached by hinges, but can move by other means, such as slides or counterbalancing.

The door may be moved in various ways (at angles away from the portal, by sliding on a plane parallel to the frame, by folding in angles on a parallel plane, or by spinning along an axis at the center of the frame) to allow or prevent ingress or egress. In most cases, a door’s interior matches its exterior side. But in other cases (e.g., a vehicle door) the two sides are radically different.


Was just looking for what Wikipedia had to say about doors and found this…Thought it was funny, as if someone made a joke out of it, but it is also strangely correct, or is it just me?

Day 1829, over the mountain.

I saw a thousand, almost frozen, droplets on my car’s roof today.

They are all mostly the same on the inside I thought, but also so different when you look at them from the outside.

And I new, that pretty soon they would all be the same again, when their reality melts away in the sun, that soon will find its way over the mountain again.


Day 1828, concerning.

An Essay Concerning Human Understanding

By John Locke

Book II — Ideas

XXI Power

The idea of the beginning of motion is one that we get only from reflection on what happens in ourselves, where we find by experience that merely by willing something – merely by a thought of the mind – we can move parts of our bodies that have been at rest. So that it seems to me that our sensory perception of the operations of bodies gives us only a very imperfect and obscure idea of active power, since it provides no idea of the power to begin any action, whether physical or mental. If you think you have a clear idea of power from your observations of colliding bodies, I shan’t quarrel with you, because sensation is one of the ways by which the mind gets its ideas. But I thought it worthwhile to consider – just in passing – whether the mind doesn’t receive its idea of active power more clearly from reflection on its own operations than from any external sensation.


How often do we take the time

to look


and digest the world


to wonder why water

can form a sphere

when its almost alone

and why you think of that

Day 1827, a carved rhyme.

Once you decided

to shoot for an other sun


and now you lie here defeated

the rings of your years displayed

telling a story of time

and now the end that you reached

Day 1826, hiding.

I saw you standing

close to the crossing

but I was not looking

at you


its your likeness

I recognize

while I stare

at what’s hiding



I don’t move


hoping you


Day 1825, populist.

Let stare

in this shining light

so that everything

becomes black



listen to

their words

you never had

your own


both of you


a past

you never looked 


and your fears

catch the light

stuck in you

between that past

and your dark


There were elections in Holland last week, and though I don’t live there anymore I still follow the news with interest. The parties on the right side of the right have won a few seats in the parliament, and that was disappointing. I did learned recently that in a country like Holland you always have around 20% of the people that vote way to the right or populist. This knowledge makes it a little bit easier to have peace with what’s happening, but it doesn’t make me want to move back. I left Holland for all kinds of reasons but one of them was the hardening of society. Here in Norway things are probably not all that rosy to, but even after 15 years, there is still a buffer between me and whats going on here. I make sure of this by not reading the Norwegian news and the character of the Norwegians helps to, they don’t talk about politics with you if you don’t ask them. In Holland it is all much clearer how someone looks at life, they tell you.

Democracy is important, it brought us all a lot of good. Democracy can also steer a country into ruins if a majority, and that is not always necessary, get a chance. Look at Nazi Germany, Trump’s America or Brazil. In Holland the mainstream parties ignore the brown-shirts but you never know what’s gonna happen in the future. I thought 15 years ago that it all would blow over but the parties of resentment only got stronger. It frustrates me, I just wish we had a democracy where we voted for people because we appreciate their competence as a human being and a leader. I have so much to say about this but don’t know how, for now I try it is some kind of short poem that highlights one aspect of the popular leader.

Day 1824, Daybreak VIII.

Morgenröthe aka Daybreak

Book III

186. BUSINESS MEN. —Your business is your greatest prejudice, it binds you to your locality, your society and your tastes. Diligent in business but lazy in thought, satisfied with your paltriness and with the cloak of duty concealing this contentment: thus you live, and thus you like your children to be.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Day 1823, Daybreak VII.

Morgenröthe aka Daybreak

Book III

182. ROUGH AND READY CONSISTENCY.—People say of a man with great respect, ” He is a character “—that is, when he exhibits a rough and ready consistency, when it is evident even to the dullest eye. But, whenever a more subtle and profound intellect sets itself up and shows consistency in a higher manner, the spectators deny the existence of any character. That is why cunning statesmen usually act their comedy under the cloak of a kind of rough and ready consistency.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Day 1822, Daybreak VI.

Morgenröthe aka Daybreak

Book II

141. MORE BEAUTIFUL BUT LESS VALUABLE.— Picturesque morality: such is the morality of those passions characterised by sudden outbursts, abrupt transitions;

pathetic, impressive, dreadful, and solemn attitudes and gestures. It is the semi-savage stage of morality : never let us be tempted to set it on a higher plane merely on account of its aesthetic charms.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Day 1821, Daybreak V.

Morgenröthe aka Daybreak

Book II

121. CAUSE AND EFFECT.— On this mirror— and our intellect is a mirror—something is going on that indicates regularity: a certain thing is each time followed by another certain thing. When we perceive this and wish to give it a name, we call it cause and effect,—fools that we are! as if in this we had understood or could understand anything! For, of course, we have seen nothing but the images of causes and effects, and it is just this figurativeness which renders it impossible for us to see a more substantial relation than that of sequence!

Friedrich Nietzsche

Day 1820, Daybreak IV.

Morgenröthe aka Daybreak

Book II

97. ONE BECOMES MORAL—but not because one is moral! Submission to morals may be due to slavishness or vanity, egoism or resignation, dismal fanaticism or thoughtlessness. It may, again, be an act of despair, such as submission to the authority of a ruler; but there is nothing moral about it per se.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Day 1819, Daybreak III

Morgenröthe aka Daybreak

Book I

35. FEELINGS AND THEIR DECENT FROM JUDGMENTS.—” Trust in your feelings! “But feelings comprise nothing final, original; feelings are based upon the judgments and valuations which are transmitted to us in the shape of feelings (inclinations, dislikes). The inspiration which springs from a feeling is the grandchild of a judgment—often an erroneous judgment!—and certainly not one’s own judgment ! Trusting in our feelings simply means obeying our grandfather and grandmother more than the gods within ourselves: our reason and experience.

Friedrich Nietzsche

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