Poetry

Day 1927, why.

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I think life

is a serious

hallucination

 

Imagine the first persons that could put one and two together. Who woke up one day not living life, but asking: “why living life?” You might wonder what the point is, me thinking about that, we have a lot of answers, our problems need to be solved, what do I care what our ancestors thought millennia ago.

The smartest way of solving a problem is normally to start at the beginning, you go over all the necessary steps to make something work and see if one of them is not… working.

Imagine you are one of the first humans that started asking questions. You no longer see the sun rising in the morning, you wonder why it is rising. If that is a problem, it would be wise to start at the beginning and see what you can explain and what not. Eventually we figured out why the sun rises from our perspective, and we figured out a lot more. But have we ever figured out why we live?

Most wars and conflicts are fought over premature answers of that question. We all see our world in colourful details like in a hallucination. But did we put enough effort in answering that first question? If you could answer that question with yes, we would not have all these unnecessary problems in the world like wars and starvation.

Can you answer that question? I don’t know, but it would be a nice experiment if everybody stopped believing what they do and starts learning how to think and loose their fear of uncertainty. Maybe we should start by finding out what all of our hallucinations have in common.

   

 

 

Day 1921, the world is.

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Like a dimmed lighthouse

I’ll hide

~

till the world turns away

and sees it’s reflection

drifting

nearby

 

The gay science, 346 Our question mark. – But you do not understand this? lndeed, people will have trouble understanding us. We are searching for words, perhaps also for ears. Who are we anyway? lf we simply called ourselves godless (to use an old expression), or unbelievers, or even immoralists, we would not think that these words came near to describing us: we are all three of them, at too advanced a stage for anyone to comprehend – for you to comprehend, my curious gentlemen -how it feels. No! No longer with the bitterness and passion of the one who has

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Day 1915, under a microscope.

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I observed what I entangled

very close today

and it was scary

My girlfriend bought a microscope at the thrift store this weekend, something we both always wanted. It’s not some kind of toy either, it is from the 1960’s but it was used professionally. We still have to learn some things but we already looked at water from the creek a 1000 times magnified and that was really cool. All kinds of things were moving around there squeezed between those two glass plates as if nothing was hindering them. In this picture you see a leg of the tiniest fly I could peel of the flytrap, it’s magnified a 100 times, I took the picture with my phone’s lens pressed against one of the oculars.