For some reason
the glare
you see
In my window
reflects
something
you see
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Stacking your thoughts
in the order they come to you
is a thought process.
Day 3567 two older thoughts.
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Day 3566, I don’t.
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I don’t have to sit in front
of the highest window
to enjoy the view
Day 3565, day 1067 rearranged.
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The mirror points in two directions
It reflects me
my outside
a stranger to me
It lets me reflect
what I
think I see
so
what is reflected
am I my own imitation
Day 3564, invites you.
Daily picture, Poetry
My colorful exterior
invites you in
but a dark inside
makes you hesitate
to even open the door
maybe a friend has been inside
and knows the menu
is your excuse
you move along
Day 3563, illusion.
Daily picture, Poetry
While walking and discussing
the lines seem to get closer
at the horizon
but that illusion
only works
when you stand still
Day 3562, unfamiliar.
Do you know that they say?, Quotes
Friedrich Nietzsche
Daybreak
Book IV
312 The forgetful – In outbursts of passion, and in the fantasising of dreams and insanity, a man rediscovers his own and mankind’s prehistory: animality with its savage grimaces; on these occasions his memory goes sufficiently far back, while his civilised condition evolves out of a forgetting of these primal experiences, that is to say out of a relaxation of his memory. He who, as a forgetter on a grand scale, is wholly unfamiliar with all this does not understand man- but it is to the general advantage that there should appear here and there such individuals as ‘do not understand us’ and who are as it were begotten by the seed of the gods and born of reason.
Day 3561, you wonder.
Daily picture, Poetry
You sometimes wonder
if you have so much to vent
why don’t you just open the door
Day 3560, always there.
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Opposite to you
like you
I cross the street
while looking down at your world
and you at mine
we see the same
but the reflection
as thin as it is
is always there
Day 3559, Eight posts, posted on 24 December.
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Day 3558, revisit 698, past a shattered mind.
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Perspective when I twist my head
lean aside
trust my mind
I see straight the bended line
my verdict stressed by
time.
my truth swells up
my trust along
doubt
withdraws.
the world can laugh
my course is past
a shattered mind.
Day 3557, and when.
Daily picture, Poetry
Of all the snowflakes
none look the same
besides in a storm
and when they are
alone
Day 3556, extricate.
Daily picture, Quotes
Friedrich Nietzsche
Daybreak
Book IV
281 The ego wants everything.- It seems that the sole purpose of human action is possession: this idea is, at least, contained in the various languages, which regard all past action as having put us in possession of something (‘I have spoken, struggled, conquered’: that is to say, I am now in possession of my speech, struggle, victory). How greedy
man appears here! He does not want to extricate himself even from the past, but wants to continue to have it!
Day 3555, You know.
Ai, Quotes
Today I had a long “discussion” with AI. I have tried different versions now and also downloaded some AI models to try them offline. Story short. Some of them know a lot and can present it quite impressively. Here is an AI-generated summary and podcast of our exchange.
Understanding the Great Divide: Nietzsche vs. Krishnamurti
Introduction: Two Rebels, Two Different Paths
Both Friedrich Nietzsche and Jiddu Krishnamurti were radical thinkers who challenged the foundations of human belief and social structures. They saw humanity as trapped in a prison of its own making—a prison built from tradition, morality, and second-hand truths. This document is designed to guide you through their philosophies, starting with the common ground where they tore down the old world and then exploring the vastly different paths they forged. As one analysis puts it, their relationship can be summed up perfectly: “They meet in negation but diverge sharply in direction.”
Day 3554, internal diplomacy.
Daily picture, Poetry
I know that I drive to somewhere
feeling the directions
the movements
given
but its me who tries
to see the road
bright lights
directions
there is not one driver
besides the time
and an idea
of a wish
Day 3553, that your.
Poetry
I see
that
your door has ventilation
so I don’t know
if I want to open it
Day 3551, one of.
Daily picture, Poetry
It felt like all your lines
were coming from different sides
but on closer inspection
they all came from one
of your sides
Nochrisis 