I started a new project again. This time on a boat that different boatbuilders had worked on but abandoned. There is little information to work with, but I began working last Friday after two weeks of preparation. There are many steps ahead, and I will keep you updated. If by any chance you know someone who is good with wood and wouldn’t mind living and working in the north of Norway, please let me know; I need help.
31 The illogical necessary. – Among the things that can reduce a thinker to despair is the knowledge that the illogical is a necessity for mankind, and that much good proceeds from the illogical. It is implanted so firmly in the passions, in language, in art, in religion, and in general in everything that lends value to life, that one cannot pull it out of these fair things without mortally injuring them. Only very naive people are capable of believing that the nature of man could be transformed into a purely logical one; but if there should be degrees of approximation to this objective, what would not have to be lost if this course were taken! Even the most rational man from time to time needs to recover nature, that is to say his illogical original relationship with all things.
I moved to another space, job, and time again with expectations on my side. Even though I didn’t spell them out, I knew what they were. But this ambiguity makes it difficult to feel my state of mind for now, I am here. It’s my age or time, getting closer to an end than a beginning. Expectation slowly shows its empty face after it already lost its words.
He never really talked but his movements a look a slight gesture told you what you wanted to hear and see
75 Love and duality. -What then is love besides understanding and rejoicing in the fact that someone else lives, acts, and feels in a different and opposite way than we do? If love is to use joy to bridge over oppositions, it must not suspend or deny them. -Even love of self assumes an unalloyable duality (or multiplicity) within a single person as its precondition.
270 The eternal child. -We believe that fairy tales and games belong to childhood: shortsighted as we are! As if we would like to live without fairy tales and games at any age! Admittedly, we call it something else and experience it differently, but this is precisely what speaks for it being exactly the same thing-for the child, too, feels that games are his work and fairy tales his truth. The brevity of life should preserve us from pedantically separating the ages oflife-as if each one brought something new-and a poet should sometime present to us a human being two hundred years old who really does live without fairy tales and games.
Ever changing skies
like the dreams they can
show you what you will
if you stare
long enough
In all the years I lived with her
she never woke up
I guess I didn't ether
I once lifted you up
while I was waiting to be alone
The sun doesn't set
when you are high enough
In the distance sea
I live
I've seen these mountains a thousand times
from the window where I stand
and only the clouds
change them
What are the mountains waiting for?
A forest moves
while the spirit is not
I drove through the town
one I knew from long ago
and I still do know
but from a distance
And suddenly
I like suddenly
Nochrisis 