
You sometimes wonder
if you have so much to vent
why don’t you just open the door

You sometimes wonder
if you have so much to vent
why don’t you just open the door

Opposite to you
like you
I cross the street
while looking down at your world
and you at mine
we see the same
but the reflection
as thin as it is
is always there

Perspective when I twist my head
lean aside
trust my mind
I see straight the bended line
my verdict stressed by
time.
my truth swells up
my trust along
doubt
withdraws.
the world can laugh
my course is past
a shattered mind.

Of all the snowflakes
none look the same
besides in a storm
and when they are
alone

281 The ego wants everything.- It seems that the sole purpose of human action is possession: this idea is, at least, contained in the various languages, which regard all past action as having put us in possession of something (‘I have spoken, struggled, conquered’: that is to say, I am now in possession of my speech, struggle, victory). How greedy
man appears here! He does not want to extricate himself even from the past, but wants to continue to have it!

Today I had a long “discussion” with AI. I have tried different versions now and also downloaded some AI models to try them offline. Story short. Some of them know a lot and can present it quite impressively. Here is an AI-generated summary and podcast of our exchange.
Introduction: Two Rebels, Two Different Paths
Both Friedrich Nietzsche and Jiddu Krishnamurti were radical thinkers who challenged the foundations of human belief and social structures. They saw humanity as trapped in a prison of its own making—a prison built from tradition, morality, and second-hand truths. This document is designed to guide you through their philosophies, starting with the common ground where they tore down the old world and then exploring the vastly different paths they forged. As one analysis puts it, their relationship can be summed up perfectly: “They meet in negation but diverge sharply in direction.”

I know that I drive to somewhere
feeling the directions
the movements
given
but its me who tries
to see the road
bright lights
directions
there is not one driver
besides the time
and an idea
of a wish

I see
that
your door has ventilation
so I don’t know
if I want to open it

You might look green
but your light
still shine's

It felt like all your lines
were coming from different sides
but on closer inspection
they all came from one
of your sides

I know I will disappear in all of you
one day
but look at me
don’t I lie
down here
all relaxed

I wonder if it helps
that my outside
is colorfull
because I always arrive late
in the darkness
of a night

257 Words present in us. -We always express our thoughts with the words that lie to hand. Or, to express my whole suspicion: we have at any moment only the thought for which we have to hand the words.

Like a dimmed lighthouse
I’ll hide
till the world turns away
and sees it’s reflection
drifting
nearby

I don’t remember half
of what I have said
I think