Day 2834, naked.

Daily picture, Poetry
We wake up in the morning of our life

naked, and you don’t mean anything to me; you are not there.
There is only me and an endless world inside
and out there somewhere.

Then they take you, they tell you without words
there are lines that divide.
You can’t even choose; your life is determined
like falling asleep.

You sometimes, while you are standing, see these lines in the corner of your mind
of the puppeteer pulling on the loose hanging strings.
You almost started to forget your why.

We all long to before those lines
to the other side.
To nowhere land, where we can play again
the puppeteer
and sit down
naked.




Day 2833, hubris.

Daily picture, My thoughts

Try to count the nails you see in this picture. You know it is possible, but without help, it is mere impossible. These randomly placed nails are, for me, a metaphor for the society we live in. We all try to count the few nails around us and succeed, giving some of us the hubris to think that if we continue counting, we will eventually count them all and find an answer. 

Do we dare to admit that we never find the answer to our problems? The irritating thing is that we know there is an answer, but one we never will know because of the lack of an arbiter. We are all alone.

Day 2832, steps.

Daily picture, Quotes

Krishnamurti

I maintain that truth is a pathless land, and you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever, by any religion, by any sect. That is my point of view, and I adhere to that absolutely and unconditionally. Truth, being limitless, unconditioned, unapproachable by any path whatsoever, cannot be organized; nor should any organization be formed to lead or to coerce people along any particular path. If you first understand that, then you will see how impossible it is to organize a belief. A belief is purely an individual matter, and you cannot and must not organize it. If you do, it becomes dead, crystallized; it becomes a creed, a sect, a religion, to be imposed on others” 

Day 2831, every day.

Daily picture, Poetry

Friedrich Nietzsche

Human.All Too Human
The religious life

116 The everyday Christian. – If the Christian dogmas of a revengeful God, universal sinfulness, election by divine grace and the danger of everlasting damnation were true, it would be a sign of weakmindedness and lack of character not to become a priest, apostle or hermit and, in fear and trembling, to work solely on one’s own salvation; it would be senseless to lose sight of one’s eternal advantage for the sake of temporal comfort. If we may assume that these things are at any rate believed true, then the everyday Christian cuts a miserable figure; he is a man who really cannot count to three, and who precisely on account of his spiritual imbecility does not deserve to be punished so harshly as Christianity promises to punish him.