
There is a little house
attached to yours
where you live
close to you
where you can
fly away
when your small
and grow wings

There is a little house
attached to yours
where you live
close to you
where you can
fly away
when your small
and grow wings

Black shadows creep up
while the sun rises
it must be me
sinking deeper
but why trust a shadow

491 Self-observation. – Man is very well defended against himself, against being reconnoitred and besieged by himself, he is usually able to perceive of himself only his outer walls. The actual fortress is inaccessible, even invisible to him, unless his friends and enemies play the traitor and conduct him in by a secret path.

It’s a shame that we all see it so differently,
or is it?
Is this proof that there is no truth, no god?
That is what I think, but you probably not.

In politics we presume that everyone who knows how to get votes knows how to administer a city or a state. When we are ill… we do not ask for the handsomest physician, or the most eloquent one.

I now see
that the door only opens
from the inside

I sit here now
listening
to me
from yesterday
when I realized
the best path
is the one I walked
the day before
yesterday
I don’t know
how I arrived
here

I am just
in my world
focussed
on nothing
but what is
important
to me


I don’t think that we have a free will. I believe it is essential that we act like we have one, and our nature and evolution have made it so that we all have the illusion that we have free will. There are many arguments against this idea, and as many in favor, I just ask you to look around and in yourself. If you look at us as a collection of inherited traits, the parts in you that come from your mother, father, and the rest of the family before them. That’s the “mechanical” part of you, including the brain, that will do most of the work once you start living. During this living, you will be exposed to your culture and the values and morals of your surroundings. You can have a wide range of influences, but you will never be influenced by everything. You will be unique but, at the same time, a unique representation of your experiences. Your experiences will make you react to what the world will throw at you. You feel that you have decided to vote left or right, but your past, the clothes you wear, and the friends you have have already decided your path, your choice. Your choices are your surroundings reflecting in you and who you are without conscious interference.
All the arguments going around inside you for why you choose the way you do are no explanations for why you consciously choose but for why you seem to have chosen. Think about what you do when you lift your arm. You only see it move, but many decisions are made hidden from you. All the muscles and different signals have to start moving without your conscious awareness. You think you move your arm, but at most, you have given it an order. The thoughts you have and the words you speak are more or less like that. You only become aware of what you think after your brain has done a lot of unconscious processing. You might order your brain to think but it does most of the work for you, without you.
We’re a government that believes in everybody having the illusion of free will.

We stopped looking for monsters under our bed when we realized that they were inside us.
Charles Darwin

Listen to the call of some
doors are not meant to be opened
try to listen unlocked
to be drawn
closer
a movement
a harmony wills
closes
your eyes
in awe

1. We are unknown to ourselves, we knowers: and for a good reason. We have never sought ourselves—how then should it happen that we find ourselves one day? It has rightly been said: “where your treasure is, there will your heart be also”; our treasure is where the beehives of our knowledge stand. We are forever underway toward them, as born winged animals and honey-gatherers of the spirit, concerned with all our heart about only one thing “bringing home” something. As for the rest of life, the so-called “experiences”—who of us even has enough seriousness for them? Or enough time? In such matters I’m afraid we were never really “with it”: we just don’t have our heart there—or even our ear! Rather, much as a divinely distracted, self-absorbed person into whose ear the bell has just boomed its twelve strokes of noon suddenly awakens and wonders, “what did it actually toll just now?” so we rub our ears afterwards and ask, completely amazed, completely disconcerted, “what did we actually experience just now?” still more: “who are we actually?” and count up, afterwards, as stated, all twelve quavering bellstrokes of our experience, of our life, of our being—alas! and miscount in the process … We remain of necessity strangers to ourselves, we do not understand ourselves, we must mistake ourselves, for us the maxim reads to all eternity: “each is furthest from himself,”—with respect to ourselves we are not “knowers” …

Even a plain white brick wall
can be interesting
a source of contemplation
and an inspiration
there are no rules
besides the one we make ourselves

349 In a dispute. -If we simultaneously contradict an opinion and lay out our own, our continual consideration of that other opinion generally disturbs the natural delivery of our own: it appears more purposeful, more severe, perhaps somewhat exaggerated.

I don't stand in your way
but please
let me look