It all looks the same
if seen as one
only reflection shows
and individual inside
Day 3173, if seen.
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Day 3172, three times.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
The Gay Science
Joke, Cunning, and Revenge
18 Narrow Souls
Narrow souls I cannot abide;
There’s almost no good or evil inside.
21 Against Airs
Those who inflate themselves are cursed
When pricked by a small pin to burst.
25 Request
The minds of others I know well;
But who I am. I cannot tell:
My eye is much too close to me,
I am not what I saw and see.
It would be quite a benefit
If only I could sometimes sit
Farther away; but my foes are
Too distant; close friends. still too far;
Between my friends and me, the middle
Would do. My wish? You guess my riddle.
Day 3171, morning.
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Empty streets
the only nuisance is me
walking through the silence
Day 3170, all those.
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Do you see all those lines
they go somewhere
and nowhere
Day 3169, test in the light.
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When you're in the dark
together
It can be hard to find
the connection
especially when it is
untested
Day 3168, they do.
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I love walking through the city
looking at the buildings in black and white
they represent
Day 3167, pretender.
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Being honest with yourself is the most frustrating thing. I still remember the first time I learned something new that put what I thought before to shame. Maybe you have had that too; you were so sure about a fact of life, an important life choice, or your self-image that it got turned around to the point that you don’t understand you could have ever thought differently, let alone the way you felt before, the day before. I have had these moments in my life, and though I have gotten new beliefs instead of the old ones, the new ones stand on shakier ground. What if these new beliefs are also wrong? I didn’t doubt myself before, so the absence of doubt now is not a guarantee anymore.
If you are honest with yourself, you know that your opinions are not worth much. This strong opinion that I have about this subject is caught in some kind of contradiction. I have to doubt my opinion, which you have to doubt.
I have always known that life is just a play, and we all play a role. Most people probably don’t know that they play a role and that the script is handed to them when they are born. When I was around 16, my favorite teeshirt was one with Freddy Mercury on it with big letters saying “The Great Pretender.” Back then, I already knew that something fishy was going on, that I was just playing my role, one that people seemed to expect, or at least I thought they did. But it took another 10 years before I knew that what we think is true is just that, we think it is true, and the role I play is just that.
Day 3166, left.
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I rushed upstairs
to you
I left behind all that could spill over
Day 3165, no where to go.
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I am caught by life
when a question arrived
in me
it trapped me
we go together
now
I am still asking
not about my life
but just about
all that is
forever
I might have found a silence
a nowhere to go
but it is hard to hear others
that say nothing to the world
but live
in their silence
I would like to say nothing
someday
to someone
Day 3164, far away.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Human, all too Human
From the Souls of Artists and Writers
148 Poets as the easers of life. -The poets, insofar as they, too, want to make our lives easier, either turn our gaze away from the toilsome present or help the present acquire new colors by shining light upon it from the past. To be capable of this, they must themselves be turned back toward the past in many respects: so that we can use them as bridges to far away times and ideas, to dying or deceased religions and cultures. They are, in fact, always and necessarily epigones. Admittedly, we can say some unfavorable things about the means that they use to make life easier: they soothe and heal only temporarily, only for the moment; they even keep people from working toward genuine improvement of their circumstances, because they suspend and, by palliating it, discharge the passion that impels dissatisfied people toward action.
Day 3163, what?
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I threw away the lock
and with that
I realized
my freedom
Day 3162, stail.
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If you find my door
I might let you in
just remember
I don't need
fresh air
Day 3161, at least.
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I was standing in the middle of two roads
just above me
where I could not reach
a massive structure towered over me
and there
where there was no road
for some reason
It felt like it could stop time
or at least the movement of it
Day 3160, drifting nowhere.
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Where are you
going
I am standing here
drifting away
so you are
going
I am yes
I found myself
so it is the inside you are
going
I am
yes
I like
going
you say that
a lot
Day 3159, a lie.
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I grew up in a weathered yellow house
the skies were not always blue
except the one stone wall
it was always blue
I believe
or was it concrete
I am not sure
of what I remember
the door I do
it was the last thing
I closed
it was yellow
Day 3158, Escape from Freedom.
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There is a line going through me
from one outside
to another
outside
It is not clear if something happens
in between
in me
between
these two...
events
“Modern man lives under the illusion that he knows ‘what he wants,’ while he actually wants what he is supposed to want. In order to accept this it is necessary to realize that to know what one really wants is not comparatively easy, as most people think, but one of the most difficult problems any human being has to solve. It is a task we frantically try to avoid by accepting ready-made goals as though they were our own.”
Escape from Freedom
Nochrisis 