
I see the shapes not forming in my mind where I can find them a little distance might help

I see the shapes not forming in my mind where I can find them a little distance might help

It seems that we are all tight together

Sometimes you have a letter in your head that is part of a word that you don't want to hear

If you take away the blue you end up with grey

35 Feelings and their origination in judgments. – ‘Trust your feelings!’ – But feelings are nothing final or original; behind feelings there stand judgments and evaluations which we inherit in the form of feelings (inclinations, aversions). The inspiration born of a feeling is the grandchild of a judgment – and often of a false judgment! – and in any event not a child of your own! To trust one’s feelings – means to give more obedience to one’s grandfather and grandmother and their grandparents than to the gods which are in us: our reason and our experience.

The light at the end of the tunnel blinds you for seeing where it ends

I was standing close to the edge waiting at the end of a ladder nervous to see what I would see a valley can not hide the way up that’s why I am and the expectations that follow they will slowly get closer with each step will I appreciate the distance that I will see ones I stand up there on that edge or would I just look down at this valley or an other

Have you ever heard of Kristallnacht or the Night of the Broken Glass? If not, then you are part of the problem.

An attempt to burn the door
was it because it holds you in
or out
to warn
or to suffocate
or is that all the same
that is your question

Enough lines on a dark canvas will lead you to an understanding

It seems that I see more shadows then that there are suns around

Book I
17 Nature, good and evil – At first, men imagined themselves into nature: they saw everywhere themselves and their kind, especially their evil and capricious qualities, as it were hidden among the clouds, storms, beasts of prey, trees and plants: it was then they invented ‘ evil nature’. Then there came along an age when they again imagined themselves out of nature, the age of Rousseau: they were so fed up with one another they absolutely had to have a corner of the world into which man and his torments could not enter: they invented ‘ good nature’.

A rusted nail no longer bends before it brakes

I see all this leftover paint outlining the abstract ideas of my past of my future

Do you ever look for the unknown in the known or is futility not your thing

We start life midstream on a current unknown between the ocean and green seemingly alone not aware of the who’s you are and will see a journey for you for now and until the end