In life we sometimes follow someone
while they were following us
that is not so special
the moment you find out
that is special
Day 2436, special moments.
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Day 2435, look.
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I just heard that they say that we are all different whereafter I thought yeah but there is still more of the same in all of us
Day 2434, in my fantasy.
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Memories sometimes rush into me carried by a smell a glance a word today one rushed forwards helped by a movement an old tool I saw its movement I remember it it was from the days when I played played on the floor fantasy worlds with plastic toys I saw it there it was in my mind I do remember when I think about it I have many memories of things things that happened in my fantasy maybe I spend most of my time there I don’t remember
Day 2433, point in the distance.
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One of my memories from when I was young was that I liked to go to the last wagon on the train and look through the window at the track passing by from underneath my feet and seeing it disappear in the distance on the rhythm of all the sounds like the track history seems to end also in a point far way but in silence
Day 2432, consider.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Untimely meditations
- Consider the cattle, grazing as they pass you by: they do not know what is meant by yesterday or today, they leap about, eat, rest, digest, leap about again, and so from morn till night and from day to day, fettered to the moment and its pleasure or displeasure, and thus neither melancholy nor bored. This is a hard sight for man to see; for, though he thinks himself better than the animals because he is human, he cannot help envying them their happiness – what they have, a life neither bored nor painful, is precisely what he wants, yet he cannot have it because he refuses to be like an animal. A human being may well ask an animal: ‘Why do you not speak to me of your happiness but only stand and gaze at me?’ The animal would like to answer, and say: ‘The reason is I always forget what I was going to say’ -but then he forgot this answer too, and stayed silent: so that the human being was left wondering.
Day 2431, we.
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In light of the moon and earths tilt we think
Day 2430, upside-down.
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You eat everything you see but only the same now you lie heavy down on your back your eyes follow your hanging head looking at the world upside down
Day 2429, close.
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You hold me close with your sharp claws and I love you for it even the closeness
Day 2428, mist.
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A mysterious fog hung over the sea today, and I took this lousy phone picture of it, but I guess you get the idea. Like a nice sunset or landscape, most of us also like a good mist hanging In a valley. I don’t know why we evolved this way, but at least it is something we all appreciate.
Day 2427, thought.
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My young thought peaked over the side thinking she could fly the depth scared but the wings felt real climbing on the side she reflected in her mother's eyes the colors of her wings were there it was not the last thing she saw but for sure the only thing that mattered
Day 2426, obstacle.
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I walked around the obstacle as if to find a solution but I only found a problem
Day 2425, neighbor.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Daybreak
118 What is our neighbor! – What do we understand to be the boundaries of our neighbor: I mean that with which he as it were engraves and impresses himself into and upon us? We understand nothing of him except the change in us of which he is the cause – our knowledge of him is like hollow space which has been shaped. We attribute to him the sensations his actions evoke in us, and thus bestow upon him a false, inverted positivity. According to our knowledge of ourselves we make of him a satellite of our own system: and when he shines for us or grows dark and we are the ultimate cause in both cases – we nonetheless believe the opposite! World of phantoms in which we live! Inverted, upside-down, empty world, yet dreamed of as full and upright!
Day 2424, from behind glass.
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We often look at our own nature in awe from behind a glass barrier because we still want to step away ignore and look back at its howl
Day 2423, came across.
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Today I was thinking I thought in one direction till I came across a thought coming from the left and a little later one on the next lane speeding towards me I thought I still knew what I was thinking but then another turned around and I remembered that I didn't
Day 2421, walls of your childhood.
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When your idols are burned out and only hang on the walls of your childhood you can finally look in the mirror and see someone you want to know
Day 2420, Lame Deer.
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“All Creatures exist for a purpose. Even an ant knows what that purpose is–not with its brain, but somehow it knows. Only human beings have come to a point where they no longer know why they exist.”
“Before our white brothers arrived to make us civilized men, we didn’t have any kind of prison. Because of this, we didn’t have any delinquents. Without a prison, there can’t be no delinquents. We had no locks nor keys therefore among us there were no thieves. When someone was so poor that he couldn’t afford a horse, a tent or a blanket, he would, in that case, receive it all as a gift. We were too uncivilized to give great importance to private property. We didn’t know any kind of money and consequently, the value of a human being was not determined by his wealth. We had no written laws laid down, no lawyers, no politicians, therefore we were not able to cheat and swindle one another. We were really in bad shape before the white man arrived and I don’t know how to explain how we were able to manage without these fundamental things that (so they tell us) are so necessary for a civilized society.”
“Sickness, jail, poverty, getting drunk—I had to experience all that myself. Sinning makes the world go round. You can’t be so stuck up, so inhuman that you want to be pure, your soul wrapped up in a plastic bag, all the time. You have to be God and the devil, both of them. Being a good medicine man means being right in the midst of the turmoil, not shielding yourself from it. It means experiencing life in all its phases. It means not being afraid of cutting up and playing the fool now and then. That’s sacred too.”
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