
I burned my finger on a lie
I don’t know if it was yours or mine
looking at my finger
I now know
but it still hurts
after all these days
I burned my finger on a lie
I don’t know if it was yours or mine
looking at my finger
I now know
but it still hurts
after all these days
I was looking for a new book to listen to, and I don’t want to go into too much detail, but one was written by a christian scholar (Nigel Biggar, Colonialism. A Moral Reckoning) who more or less was downplaying the harm of wars and imperialism. After some research, I understand that he has an agenda and started with a conclusion instead of looking for one, but what made me write the lines above was that he is a christian who follows the morals of his (instituted) religion. You have to put in a lot of effort to see, even if it is just a little, the good things in imperialism and suppressing whole groups of people just because they interfere with your way of doing things. I think you can only learn this behavior from the society around you, and what better to use a book for this with the stamp of some higher power on it and supported by a state and institutionalized religion.
Later in the day, I looked on Mastadon, and one of the posts quoted 3 peaceful parts of different religions as if to say that we all have to believe that we should live in peace because it says so in these holy books. I don’t know, but it is pretty easy to quote some terrible lines out of all these same books, so why not forget them if you can use them as an excuse for everything you do, good and bad.
Even the brightest lights
dance on the tune of time
De river is still frozen I could cross it but she might wake though the silence calls on the other side the road I drive on is still not frozen
They say that the grass is always greener somewhere around the corner but how many corners are there to not end up where you are
I have a window outside for when I want to look outside for when I feel inside
17 Finding a motive for one ‘s poverty. – There is clearly no trick that enables us to turn a poor virtue into a rich and overflowing one, but we can surely reinterpret its poverty nicely into a necessity, so that its sight no longer offends us and we no longer make reproachful faces at fate on its account. That is what the wise gardener does when he places the poor little stream in his garden in the arms of a nymph and thus finds a motive for its poverty: and who wouldn’t need nymphs as he does?
I wouldn't mind
living
with myself
for a while
If I only could touch the warm water I see now I know how cold it is
Though you don’t throw a shadow over me you are still hanging suspiciously over me
I sanded away my sorrows and now I have to rip the paper away the machine did its work the paper is filled with dust I am not much lighter but it feels smooth
Memories surrounded by hills
and mountains
fed by waterfalls that bring
cold water
to slowly renew the fjord
a part of the sea
its salt conserves
the current not there
it was always there
and will be
The moon reflects in what it pulls like I do with you
214 The discoverers of trivialities. -Subtle spirits, for whom nothing lies farther afield than a triviality, often discover one of these after following all sorts of roundabout ways and mountain trails and take great pleasure therein, to the amazement of those who are not subtle
I saw only your shadow above me and it was hard to see if you flew away or straight down into the ground towards me
You can shine a light on it
but why not three
and see the shadows
disappear