The buildings of society are falling over
says the alarmist
with binoculars in its hands
I say
we need more nearsightedness
Day 3433, I say.
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Day 3432, or push.
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You know which side the door swings
just look at it
but do you pull
or push
do you decide
or not even think about it
without shame when mistaken
or do you feel it inside
Day 3431, a trick.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Human, All Too Human
By Oneself Alone
621 Love as a trick. -Anyone who really wants to get to know something new (be it a person, an event, a book) does well to take up this new thing with all possible love, to quickly avert his eye from and even to forget everything in it that appears hostile, offensive, or false to him: so that, for example, we give the author of a book the greatest possible head start and, as at a race, actually yearn with a pounding heart for him to reach his goal. By proceeding in this way, we press into the heart of the new thing, to the point that gives it motion: and this is precisely what getting to know it means. If we have gotten this far, the understanding can set its restrictions afterward; that overestimation, that temporary staying of the critical pendulum, was simply a trick for enticing the soul of the thing to come forth.
Day 3430, hide.
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The shadow your past drags
betrays me your hiding
Day 3429, still.
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The day just started
so the sun rises
though the shadow lines are cast
they seem frozen
when I pass
everything seems to be frozen
when you pass by
now I think of it
standing still
Day 3428, light like.
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You shine light like its old wisdom
but when I follow your thread
its just modern power you project
Day 3427, you do.
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My house is numbered
twice
so you don't miss it
but I hope you do
Day 3426, my little.
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My exhaust is my little house
where I live on top of the roof
of my house
Day 3425, what I see.
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I try to find the angle
from where you can’t make up
what you see
so I can make up
what I see
Day 3424, we are.
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The world is grey
but what we see is colorful
that’s what we are conscious of
looking through our window
Listening to: annakaharris.com/lights-on/
Day 3423, do not have any.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Human, All Too Human
By Oneself Alone
586 Of the hour hand of life. – Life consists of rare individual moments of the highest significance and countless intervals of time in which at best the shadowy images of those moments hover around us. Love, spring, every beautiful melody, mountains, the moon, the sea- only once do all those things speak fully to the heart: if in fact they ever do find their way completely into words. For many people do not have any such moments and are themselves intervals and pauses in the symphony of real life.
Day 3422, know me.
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I was not allowed to park in front of your window
but I did
and still you didn’t notice me
because you don’t know me
Day 3421, to see.
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Some people are obsessed with order
they see the world in order
not to see the mess
Day 3420, behind it.
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Some doors are unattractive
but still lure you in
and not because what’s behind it
Day 3419, to our.
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Why don’t we hide the lock to our inside
is it to tempt
Day 3418, I can’t.
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I am conscious of my consciousness
I can see with one eye my nose
but with both
I can’t
I am aware
how I understand
consciousness
Nochrisis 