I want to get up there
I try to reach the hook
from the crane that is not tall enough.
Is that just hope
stupidity
or both
Day 2941, or both.
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Day 2939, lost.
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I lost all of my gauges
but it seems
you don’t need them
Day 2937, choice.
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I wonder the doors
where they are in me
if I could open
if I am already been
in the other room
Do I even have a key
or a choice
If I hadn’t spent so much time studying Earthlings,” said the Tralfamadorian, “I wouldn’t have any idea what was meant by ‘free will.’ I’ve visited thirty-one inhabited planets in the universe, and I have studied reports on one hundred more. Only on Earth is there any talk of free will. Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
Day 2936, understand.
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I open the door
because it is a door
the world is simple
and hard
to understand
Every singular thing, or anything which is finite and has a determinate existence, can neither exist nor be determined to produce an effect unless it is determined to exist and produce an effect by another cause, which is also finite and has a determinate existence; and again, this cause can neither exist nor be determined to produce an effect unless it is determined to exist and produce an effect by another, which is also finite and has a determinate existence, and so on, to infinity. Spinoza
Day 2935, I feel that.
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I am determined
to throw this rock
through those windows
The great paradox of determinism and free will, which has held the attention of the wisest of philosophers and psychologists for generations, can be phrased in more biological terms as follows: If our genes are inherited, and our environment is a train of physical events set in motion before we were born, how can there be a truly independent agent within the brain? The agent itself is created by the interaction of the genes and the environment. It would appear that our freedom is only a self delusion. E.O. Wilson
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E._O._Wilson
Day 2933, we can only.
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I see a charged battery
at least
til I test it
I am a determinist. As such, I do not believe in free will. The Jews believe in free will. They believe that man shapes his own life. I reject that doctrine philosophically. In that respect I am not a Jew… I believe with Schopenhauer: We can do what we wish, but we can only wish what we must*. Practically, I am, nevertheless, compelled to act as if freedom of the will existed. If I wish to live in a civilized community, I must act as if man is a responsible being. Albert Einstein
*Der Mensch kann wohl tun was er will, aber er kann nicht wollen, was er will. (Man can do what he wants, but he cannot want what he wants.)
Day 2928, to me.
Daily picture, Poetry
I see all the strains
going in and under
to somewhere
to an end
unknow
to me
I try to pull them
apart
unwined them
they resist
but not
to me
Day 2907, boards.
Daily picture, Poetry
I walked along the fence
in search of an opening
but all I found
was a board on the floor
an opening too small
I could only look through
at the darkness inside
forever it seems
Day 2906, almost.
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I almost mist the hidden door
because I was looking for a way out
Day 2898, why?
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An unknown workplace
where you know every tool
just not why it is there
Day 2897, outside inside.
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The worlds you look at
through your windows
are as much a part of your life
as the inside
where you live
Dag 2893, reality.
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There seems to be a straight road
in your direction
where you have a good grip on
as long as you don’t know
its reality
Day 2892, moving again.
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I will be driven again
towards a point in the future
that I don’t know and have been
I see the time in between passing by
and I get out at the end of the ride
setting foot in a new beginning
with the same end
life can only be seen from one point
from in between the past you see
and the future you expect
Day 2891, together.
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Together
drinking coffee
under artificial sun
Day 2890, nothingness.
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Fear of death often seems
to be
veiled in security
fear of loss
of time
of the other
fear of nothing
at the end
Day 2883, I am.
Daily picture, Poetry
My thoughts arrive from silence
from a past
without my I
I invent myself
after each though
so I can feel
I feel
therefore
I am
Nochrisis 