I no longer felt not only the question
if the darkness or the teeth shining bloody in there
are the worst or both
I just enjoy the looking back
from the wounds I have
poem
Day 2967, even.
Daily picture, PoetryEven the past that is left
will one day join
the days that are gone
Day 2963, myself.
Daily picture, My thoughtsIf we are just a product of nature and consciousness, an outcome of a random mutation, why are we making such a big fuss about everything? What do I mean by that? Where do I get that from you might ask. And trust me, I ask those questions myself a lot.
“You can only be afraid of what you think you know.”
“The constant assertion of belief is an indication of fear.”
I love quotes like this. Consciousness has as a byproduct the realization that there is an I and a time that passes and that takes away part of our freedom. We live in a small group and call it our group, and the other groups divide the world into two, three, and more because it’s our nature. Our consciousness invents the reasons why we believe this is our land and our god is the only one. We have been used to believing our own thoughts, and we hardly realize the nature and origin of our thoughts. Only when we are drunk, sad, or mad do we realize that our thoughts have their roots somewhere deep inside us, feeding itself on an ancient well. Krishnamurti is important to me because he has a lot of knowledge of Eastern philosophy and religion and is critical about it, like a Western philosopher. He is not telling you how to live your life; he just observes and tries to communicate what he sees like an Eistein could see the universe. He is like a Nietzsche is to me, someone who understand the nature of who we are. His life story is also interesting to investigate.
“It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!”
This quite is not so different from the ones above; Nietzsche also understands that our beliefs and opinions are just that. He also understands that the reason why there is constant turmoil between people is that passionate belief in our own truths. I love Nietzsche because he embraces the struggle we have in ourselves. Life is not to avoid our nature and complain about its outcome and effect but to live with it and stop attaching values to it. In some sense, he does the same as Krishnamurti, only Nietzsche has no legacy of Eastern philosophy that often has a tendency to teach you how to endure our so-called suffering instead of approaching it more… let’s say: impersonal…
“Man is the cruelest animal.”
“I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.”
“People speak sometimes about the “bestial” cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.”
“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
Day 2961, natures.
Day's pictures, PoetrySymmetry
natures neuroses
Day 2958, we don’t.
Daily picture, My thoughts, PoetryWords are symbols we can disagree on
but not the meaning behind them
I have lived among people who don’t speak my language for a long time. I understand them well enough, but not when they speak their own dialects. But still… I learn who they are by the abundance of other signals. Language is overrated as one of the tools that helps us communicate with each other.
We might speak to ourselves every now and then, but most of the time, these words are afterthoughts thrown at our actions and feelings, a clumsy way to rationalize or order our inner world. In some sense, we also do this when we communicate with others outside ourselves. We don’t need to talk to the people we really know.
Day 2956, time.
Daily picture, PoetryIt all looks so perfect
the moments before you flower
it is not even a dream
at that moment
but a reality
caught in time
caught in your time
Day 2954, stare.
Daily picture, PoetryI stare at the handrail
I hold it
I feel it
to much
Day 2953, or not.
Daily picture, PoetryArriving at a corner
standing still
backed into
almost
two walls
but a choice
to go
or not
Day 2951, with only.
Daily picture, PoetryI held power inside me
but they didn’t treat me
left the door open
and now I stand here
dirty
left behind
with only my head high
Day 2950, up close.
Daily picture, PoetryFrom a distance I see a door
an opening to something new
a backdoor from where I stand
or maybe too small for a me
do I take the time that I have
to feel from up close this door
or turn away for a now
on the road I go
Day 2949, old street.
Daily picture, PoetryI walked through the old street
it brought me closer
but to what
Day 2947, we meet.
Daily picture, PoetryYou tell me your name
but I don’t see you
you are around
but not yet where I am
I know you now
and soon we meet
Day 2945,
Daily picture, Poetry, QuotesSometimes
you have to start at the beginning
somewhere
halfway
Friedrich Nietzsche
On the Genealogy of Morals
Preface
1 We are unknown to ourselves, we men of knowledge and with good reason. We have never sought ourselves, how could it happen that we should ever find ourselves? It has rightly been said: “Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also”; our treasure is where the beehives of our knowledge are. We are constantly making for them, being by nature winged creatures and honeygatherers of the spirit; there is one thing alone we really care about from the heart “bringing something home.” Whatever else there is in life, so-called experiences”-which of us has sufficient earnestness for them? Or sufficient time? Present experience has, I am afraid, always found us “absent-minded”: we cannot give our hearts to it-not even our ears! Rather, as one divinely preoccupied and immersed in himself into hose ear the bell has just boomed with all its strength the twelve beats of noon suddenly starts up and asks himself: “what really was that which just struck?” so we sometimes rub our ears afterward and ask, utterly surprised and disconcerted, “what really was that which we have just experienced?” and moreover: “who are we really?” and, afterward as aforesaid, count the twelve trembling bell-strokes of our experience, our life, our being-and alas! miscount them. So we are necessarily strangers to ourselves, we do not comprehend ourselves, we have to misunderstand ourselves, for us the law “Each is furthest from himself · applies to aur eternity-we are not “men of knowledge” with respect to ourselves.
Day 2944, go.
Daily picture, PoetryI just want to go
and you can’t stop me
though you do
Day 2943, at me.
Daily picture, PoetryMy monster lies silent
in my imagination
it doesn’t wake
but pretends to
when I see it
looking at me
Day 2942, waves.
Daily picture, PoetryI can stare
at the power of the waves
crashing forever
I don’t know what it is
maybe it is a reminder
of where we all come from
what more
is millions of years old
within us