Through the snow I continue where the path ends
the path that took me to that which is unexpected
thinking we know where we are going understand
what am I doing here what am I doing in the snow
I can give you reason or two maybe three or more
so what is true of all of this or what will value have
the cold snow on the ground I fall into is full of this
unthinkable thoughts a never-conceivable realities
without reason it wants to give anything the truth
It happens spontaneously in passing just like that
don't think too much think like a child every day
without a past dare to fall into the cold snow
do not be afraid of the wet or the blame
wet cloth can dry the days disappear
disappearing into the horizons
the one that is behind you
full of old imaginations
heavy as a burden
denied bitterness
you will forget
what it was
as a child
to be to
fall in
snow
Wet
am
I
23. Whether the Adherents of the Doctrine of Free Will have a Right to Punish?—Men whose vocation it is to judge and punish try to establish in every case whether an evil-doer is really responsible for his act, whether he was able to apply his reasoning powers, whether he acted with motives and not unconsciously or under constraint. If he is punished, it is because he preferred the worse to the better motives, which he must consequently have known. Where this knowledge is wanting, man is, according to the prevailing view, not responsible—unless his ignorance, e.g. his ignorantia legis, be the consequence of an intentional neglect to learn what he ought: in that case he already preferred the worse to the better motives at the time when he refused to learn, and must now pay the penalty of his unwise choice. If, on the other hand, perhaps through stupidity or shortsightedness, he has never seen the better motives, he is generally not punished, for people say that he made a wrong choice, he acted like a brute beast. The intentional rejection of the better reason is now needed before we treat the offender as fit to be punished.
The world is beautiful, even where life seems to be impossible.
Sitting down here in the snow reading no news that is old what we all do to each other in the name of your truth just not real here for me in this seemingly impossible what the world is for me
Book III: Principle of a New Determination of Values/Part 1. The Will to Power as Knowledge
473 The intellect cannot criticize itself, precisely because it cannot be compared with different kinds of intellects, and because its ability to acquire knowledge would be manifested only in the face of ‘true reality’; i.e. in order to criticize the intellect, we should have to be superior beings who possessed ‘absolute knowledge’. This already presupposes that, apart from all perspectival kinds of observation and sensory and intellectual appropriation, there is something, an ‘in-itself’ – but the psychological derivation of the belief in things forbids our speaking of ‘things in themselves’.
I don’t come from a family where people worked with their hands, so I don’t know why I like to heat up metal and hammer it in the form I want it to be. There are many jobs where you make something direct or indirect but shaping hard steel must be one of the most direct ways of fulfilling this urge a lot of us feel, making something out of nothing. It also helps that I can play with fire, make lots of noise, smash a hammer down on glowing steel, and smell the poisonous fumes of melting steel and zinc.
Yesterday I wrote about a book that defends the idea that we have no free will and that our lives are more or less determined from the beginning with very little wiggle room. For today’s post, I was looking for a quote about forging (steel), and I ended up with countless quotes where people tell you that you have to shape your own future. I bet that all these people forge their own path and write about it, do this because they have the character to do so. You can not learn to be adventurous or spontaneous if the circumstances of your life dictate otherwise. Maybe that’s why it is so fulfilling to make something with your hands because almost everybody can make something and shape it in the form they want; we feel deep down that (our) life is unbendable.
Archaeological evidence suggests that the first people arrived about 40,000 years ago in these Arctic regions. These day’s life here is not much different than in milder climates but I have to admit that the idea of living this far north sounded adventurous when I moved here. But what was the reason for those people thousands of years ago to migrate to these cold and harsh environments?
Today I started listening to this book: Determined: A Science of Life Without Free Will.
Nochrisis 