
I imagine that each stone I still will step on might just move before

I imagine that each stone I still will step on might just move before

I love my hammers for to hit or to be hit is not the question

You can count your steps as a distraction to reach eventually

I am unfocused with tides belonging to me though I am too still

We feel protected by the symbols we live in it's quiet in there

The full moon goes down while I revolve around me the trees have no leaves

Expeditions of an Untimely Man
26. We no longer have a sufficiently high estimate of ourselves when we communicate. Our true experiences are not garrulous. They could not communicate themselves if they wanted to: they lack words. We have already grown beyond whatever we have words for. In all talking there lies a grain of contempt. Speech, it seems, was devised only for the average, medium, communicable. The speaker has already vulgarized himself by speaking. – From a moral code for deaf-mutes and other philosophers.

For how long are you gone are all your hanging cloth an easy freedom

Can you see yourself as the black and white you live all to dissected

I copied my moves to unnoticed every day iron strings attached

The horizon lights the road I drive through the woods the trees are all gone

I am looking in an old mirror forgotten stored in the attic where I found it the silver lining underneath my face cracked while seeing myself in a dozen Interrupted facets outlined by dirty decay I move away but I only get smaller though now I can see that it once was all clear. ~ I like the delicate frame of this so familiar this frame with that little bit of dust on it seemingly stuck.

Maybe standing still hides you into your background your many backgrounds

19 The picture of life. -The task of painting the picture of life, however often it may have been set by poets and philosophers, is nevertheless nonsensical: even in the hands of the greatest painter-thinkers only pictures and miniatures from a single life, that is, from their own lives, have been produced- and nothing else is even possible. Amid what is becoming, some thing that is itself becoming cannot reflect itself as fixed and enduring, as any specific “thing.”
45 Not taking things too hard. – Getting bedsores is unpleasant and yet no proof against the good points of the course of treat ment that decided upon putting us in bed. – Humans who have lived outside themselves for a long time and then finally turned to the philosophical inward, interior life know that there also exist bedsores of heart and soul. This is not there fore an argument against the whole of the lifestyle they have chosen, but it does make a few small exceptions and apparent relapses necessary.

Try to hold the door when it opens or is closing you might still lose it

I do not know where because I do not look there to much illusion