I saw this scene when I walked into the pet store the day before yesterday to buy a present for my two birds. I guess they do this in nature too, lying there both bored, sleepy and peaceful at the same time. You would almost think we have shared ancestors…
The days are getting longer again, so we can finish our greenhouse pretty soon. The materials we use are all old, found, and forgotten, but that’s what we like about it. Just like in life, I didn’t make a plan and just started building and solving problems as they come along.
297 Do not wish to see prematurely. -As long as we are experiencing something, we must give ourselves over to the experience and close our eyes, and thus, while still in it, not make ourselves already the observer of it. That would, of course, disturb our good digestion of the experience; instead of a bit of wisdom, we would take away a bit of indigestion.
Don't stack all your experiences on top of each other if you use it as a defensive wall it will crumble if you lean against it put some effort into it like cement
The advantage of hanging by a thread I would say the view of where you are going
Bundled together the road markings lie dormant waiting to be placed when winter is in sight dormant go we through life our thoughts bundled together though winter is still here we rather feel our way through the next corner around that ravine
For everything in life, some people understand what it means what you say or, in this case, what I have written above here, and others don’t. It’s not a judgment call, just a call to realize that there is much we don’t understand what is clear to others. For the people that understand, this computer was pretty cool in 2009, and I could run Crisis in all its glory…just.
I still have a place for you where we were connected as a reminder maybe or maybe what's left is hard to reach to cut out
Let’s say that you start working when you are eighteen and stop working when you are seventy; then, you have fifty-two years of work ahead or past you, or you are somewhere in between. Fifty-two years times fifty-two weeks is two thousand seven hundred and four weeks of work in an average lifetime. Where I live, we all have roughly five weeks of vacation, so in fifty-two years, that is two-hundred sixty weeks of vacation. If you take that of two thousand seven hundred and four weeks, you end up with two thousand four hundred forty-four weeks of work. Two thousand four hundred forty-four weeks of work times seven days is seventeen thousand one hundred and eight days. Divide seventeen thousand one hundred and eight by seven and multiply that by five; you then have twelve thousand two hundred and twenty days of actual work, without the two days weekend. Well, work… we are also sometimes sick, and though I couldn’t find good statistics for a worldwide average number, I will use five days each year, so that is two-hundred sixty days in fifty-two years of working. So twelve thousand two hundred and twenty days minus two-hundred sixty is eleven thousand nine hundred and sixty days of work. We don’t work twenty-four hours in a day but eight (to make it easy, for many years, I have worked seven and a half hours a day). So eleven thousand nine hundred and sixty days times eight hours is ninety-five thousand six hundred and eighty hours or five million seven hundred forty thousand and eight hundred minutes as in three hundred forty-four million four hundred and forty-eight thousand seconds. During that time, my heart has beaten four hundred thirty million and five hundred sixty thousand times, and my body made three trillion nine hundred eighty-six billion six hundred sixty-six million six hundred sixty-six thousand six hundred sixty-six and six hundred sixty-seven thousandths red blood cells, and not to mention the fifteen billion nine hundred forty-six million six hundred sixty-six thousand six hundred sixty-six and sixty-six thousand six hundred sixty-seven hundred-thousandths epidermal skin cells.
45 Epicurus. Yes, I am proud to experience Epicurus’ character in a way unlike perhaps anyone else and to enjoy, in everything I hear and read of him, the happiness of the afternoon of antiquity: I see his eye gaze at a wide whitish sea, across shoreline rocks bathed in the sun, as large and small creatures play in its light, secure and calm like the light and his eye itself. Only someone who is continually suffering could invent such happiness – the happiness of an eye before which the sea of existence has grown still and which now cannot get enough of seeing the surface and this colourful, tender, quivering skin of the sea: never before has voluptuousness been so modest.
The trees look far away from here down in the valley there is a path to any one of them but I have no interest in any of them I just want to get closer to the half moon before the world has turned again
For fifteen years now, I have lived in a country other than the one I grew up. I moved there to get away from a society I started to dislike more and more. In short, I worked in a few non-western countries and realized that we have very little to complain about what we have and can achieve in life; back home I got the feeling that a lot of people don’t realize that.
I moved to this other country, and although I am a good citizen (I pay my taxes), I don’t integrate that well and don’t follow the local news and politics. I just want to live and work with these people without knowing what they stand for within these artificial borders and societies. People are much easier to deal with if they don’t bring their attitude with them and if you can leave your attitude safely at home.
I do follow the news from around the world, but deleting news apps from my phone works like a volume button. When they are all gone from my phone, it is silent. I still go to my work, drive through the snow, go shopping and live my life without all the stress of what’s happening in the world. I know that sticking your head in the ground is not a solution, but if others can replicate my experience, I will propose that, well… propose is a big word, I just had a brain fart while driving through that snowstorm today, and the idea was that if most people from one country just move over to the next country and start living their life without angering themselves or their new hosts the world would slowly become a better place. But then I realized that many people still have nationalistic feelings, and though childish, it’s hard to ignore.
It is so interesting that you can clearly see where all these wires go where they enter and go out an on and after thinking about it you still have no clue what it all does but at least you know it has no meaning
Before darkness the sky colors her goodbye and even obscured in a reflection the message is clear color the day
I am still part of this cold world but the river that moves us all has put herself between me and what for me is the rest of that world
Nochrisis 