
All of you behind those
impressive black walls
receive
impressions of the world
and at the end what is left

All of you behind those
impressive black walls
receive
impressions of the world
and at the end what is left

473 The intellect cannot criticize itself, simply because it cannot be compared with other species of intellect and because its capacity to know would be revealed only in the presence of “true reality,” i.e., because in order to criticize the intellect we should have to be a higher being with “absolute knowledge.” This presupposes that, distinct from every perspective kind of outlook or sensual-spiritual appropriation, something exists, an “in-itself.”- But the psychological derivation of the belief in things forbids us to speak of ”things-in-themselves.”

If you are looking
down
the reflection of a window
can be all
you need to remember
outside

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science.
The World As I See It

From darkness
light calls
out of curiosity
maybe
to know
the unknown
or the opposite

99 Wherein we are all irrational. – We still draw the conclusions of judgments we consider false, of teachings in which we no longer believe – our feelings make us do it

I always hope that some memories last forever
especially when you give them away

485 Full of character. – A man appears full of character much more often because he always obeys his temperament than because he always obeys his principles.

The walls that protect us
are all different
but why
they all serve the same function

Almost empty streets
where people only meet
on their way home

The trees grew taller than your wounds
almost forgotten
in shadows
that never go
maybe you should
rediscover
them

If voting changed anything they would make it illegal.
Emma Goldman

The houses are colorful
but grey inside

356 Modest, industrious, benevolent, temperate: is that how you would have men? good men? But to me that seems only the ideal slave, the slave of the future.

















Today it was quiet in the city
alone with what stays
and a friend