It all looks so perfect
the moments before you flower
it is not even a dream
at that moment
but a reality
caught in time
caught in your time
flower
Day 2398, dying thoughts.
Daily picture, Haiku, PoetryA kernel of truth at the end of dying thoughts a prolongation
Nochrisis
Friedrich Nietzsche
Daybreak
Book 1
66 Capacity for visions. –Throughout the whole Middle Ages, the actual and decisive sign of the highest humanity was that one was capable of visions – that is to say, of a profound mental disturbance! And the objective of medieval prescriptions for the life of all higher natures (thereligiosi) was at bottom to make one capable of visions! It is thus no wonder that an over-estimation of the half-mad, the fantastic, the fanatical- of so-called men of genius- should have spilled over into our time; ‘they have seen things that others do not see’ – precisely! and this should make us cautious towards them, not credulous!
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Day 2346, imaginary world.
Day's pictures, Philosophy, PoetryYou wonder out there and I can only see you a being nothing
For the last few weeks, I have been reading books about child development and how we grow up and become the adults we are. I don’t do this without reason; I still wonder why I have such an interest in who and what we are. I know that most people have questions and, on occasion, also pursue these, but for me, it’s something I do every day. I have not done this my whole life; before philosophy, I was curious about many things, and I pried open all the toys I got to see what was inside. Later this curiosity made me look inside myself because I broke down and wanted to know why. I was born with a more than average curiosity, you might say.
Personal tragedies can often be a reason for some soul searching, but most people I know moved on once life was on the rails again and demanded their attention again. I’ve never stopped, and I think it’s because I was always curious and maybe slightly obsessive. But if it is just part of me to be this interested in philosophy and the search for what’s inside, why would I then write a book about what I learned if like-minded people are the only ones that read it?
We humans are, in essence, self-centered beings. We look at the world from a specific standpoint, uniquely ours, because of our experiences and a mostly unconscious feeling that other people are not really like us*, not really there, you could say. We mostly assume that other people are real because they do like we do, but all our experiences and hidden thoughts are only ours and are an impregnable wall between us and the other. This is the reason, I think, why it is so hard for me to imagine why other people are not as enthusiastic about philosophy as I am. I can’t penetrate their mind (Are they even real?) and can only project my experiences onto them.
I know that this is one way of looking at this problem; the fact is that most people are not interested in philosophy and asking the hard questions to one’s self. So besides my self-interest, what is the reason for me to write about my thoughts? I believe that it is important, and if more people would think twice about why they have certain opinions, the world would be a better place. I also don’t have the Illusion that what I have to say is something special or unique, I just say it slightly different than others have done it a thousand times before. I just wonder if it is possible to change people from not so curious about why we are what we are to enthusiastic questioners about why they believe and do the things they do.
Day 2345, faded.
Day's pictures, PoetryYou faded away into the background but I still see you sharp
Day 2327, against.
Day's pictures, PoetryThe words I don't speak
to you around me protect
me
against a catch
in your net
of lies
to me
Day 2326, pride.
Day's pictures, PoetryYou are still beautiful
in a curious making way
I am not sure
if you lost your pride
or never had it
it doesn't show
I still want to know
you
Day 2316, from bud.
Day's pictures, PoetrySometimes you just have to wait
for your colors to shine
Day 2312, upwards.
Day's pictures, PoetryWhat leaves you
behind
you gatherer of my light
I slowly grow
upwards
where you fade
my flower
Is
where you end
but I will find you
later
In our fall
Day 2307, background.
Day's pictures, PoetryA beautiful flower
looks best
on a dark background
Day 2305, waiting.
Day's pictures, PoetryLong ago
in summers time
your seeds not yet
as now all grown
to wait
for a day
the wind will take
when you let go
and maybe land
near soil to you
Day 2246, besides.
Day's pictures, PoetryI feel safe with you
though I can’t see as far
as when alone
besides you
Day 2153, beauty.
Day's pictures, PoetryThe beauty after a long life
is in the impression you get
after a glance
Day 1963, white dress.
Daily picture, Haiku, PoetryCurious wander
to where the sun is closest
wearing a white dress
Day 1961, branch
Daily picture, Haiku, PoetryAll is colorful
from the branch that is hidden
anonymously
Day 1959, distant.
Daily picture, Haiku, PoetryThe distant flowers
behind you in morning light
a painted being
Day 1946, getting undressed.
Daily picture, PoetryI saw the flowers today
parading their beauty
opening up
~
like the dresses I see
getting shorter
when the sun gets higher