Poetry

Day 2173, shedding.

Poetry

Friedrich Nietzsche

The Gay science

26 What is life? – Life – that is: continually shedding something that wants to die; Life – that is: being cruel and inexorable against anything that is growing weak and old in us, and not just in us. Life – therefore means: being devoid of respect for the dying, the wretched, the aged? Always being a murderer? And yet old Moses said: ‘Thou shalt not kill.’

Day 2165, Pyotr.

Day's pictures, Poetry

There were too many

so his death was not mourned

I am so disappointed that we still live in a world where a single person can have so much power that he (it is hardly ever a she) can start a war. I don’t believe in a higher power or that there is a reason for why we are here. If you think this through, you have to conclude that we are humans living on a planet and not humans living in a country that is all just made up and has no basis in reality besides a habit we all share for a couple of hundred years.

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Day 2158, colorful.

Day's pictures, Poetry
Are we not all colorful inside? You ask me.
I don’t know.
You act colorful, so maybe your right.
But are we not often black and white in our outside?
Is the black marker not the weapon of choice these days?
Maybe we are colorful inside but forgot to turn on the light.
Or we are just colorblind.
Maybe I am colorblind.
Maybe I only remember the colors, from when the world was still new to me.
A black line is certainly not as loud inside as all these colorful nuances that I remember.
But you asked about all of us, if the other is colorful inside.
I don’t know, I can’t look inside of you or the others.