
Mountains, a road, and a public toilet
what more do you want
Mountains, a road, and a public toilet
what more do you want
Moving is exciting
even if you don't know you are
On one side I can lean against the earth
on the other against you
the sea
ebb and flow
the salt
I move life like tetris blocks
making it fit
while it's coming down
and going up
It's hard to see
the speed
that changes us
Thus the sands of life run out and the best of friends hear and see nothing of each other! Aye, the trick is no easy one-to live and .Yet not to be discontented. How often do I not feel as if I should like to beg a loan from my robust, flourishing and brave old friend Rohde, when I am in sore need of a “transfusion” of strength, not of lamb’s but of lion’s blood. But there he dwells away in Tubingen, immersed in books and married life, and in every respect i accessible to me. Ah, dear friend, to live for ever on my own fat seems to be my lot, or, as every one knows who has tried it, to drink my own blood! Life then becomes a matter of not losing one’s thirst for oneself and also of not drinking oneself dry.
From the moment when he catches sight of the light of the world a man seeks to find out himself and get hold of himself out of its confusion, in which he, with everything else, is tossed about in motley mixture. But everything that comes in contact with the child defends itself in turn against his attacks, and asserts its own persistence…
… Through a considerable time we are spared a fight that is so exhausting later — the fight against reason. The fairest part of childhood passes without the necessity of coming to blows with reason. We care nothing at all about it, do not meddle with it, admit no reason. We are not to be persuaded to anything by conviction, and are deaf to good arguments, principles, etc.; on the other hand, coaxing, punishment, etc. are hard for us to resist…
… The child was realistic, taken up with the things of this world, till little by little he succeeded in getting at what was back of these very things; the youth was idealistic, inspired by thoughts, till he worked his way up to where he became the man, the egoistic man, who deals with things and thoughts according to his heart’s pleasure, and sets his personal interest above everything. Finally, the old man? When I become one, there will still be time enough to speak of that.
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62 Revelling in revenge. – Uncultivated people who feel insulted are accustomed to set the degree of insultingness as high as possible and to recount the cause of the insult in strongly exaggerated terms, so as to be able really to revel in the feeling of hatred and revengefulness thus engendered
I see the world through a window
no matter what side I am on
Do I break the lock
or deceiver the other entrance
one way or another
I move on
Expectations a Fata Morgana you can’t see
Don’t use the red fire door too often as a normal exit and trip the alarm inside you will slowly wear it down and yourself
Parts of the roof I live under are beautiful. Even though it keeps the sun and light away, it also protects me from the rain.
For most people a life is as easily discarded like a paper towel with which you wash your hands some actively shoot pollute the world pay taxes for guns or consume too much I think we are all at the end mass shooters if you just look at the numbers
The key that opens my door
looks like a human
The sky is blue because blue has the smallest waves and scatters all around colliding on dust that is all around it’s the same for our mood it is caused by the urge within to see what is left of what scattered of the dust within