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.
Of all the snowflakes
none look the same
besides in a storm
and when they are
alone
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.
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.”
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
I see
that
your door has ventilation
so I don’t know
if I want to open it
You might look green
but your light
still shine's
It felt like all your lines
were coming from different sides
but on closer inspection
they all came from one
of your sides
I know I will disappear in all of you
one day
but look at me
don’t I lie
down here
all relaxed
I wonder if it helps
that my outside
is colorfull
because I always arrive late
in the darkness
of a night
257 Words present in us. -We always express our thoughts with the words that lie to hand. Or, to express my whole suspicion: we have at any moment only the thought for which we have to hand the words.
Like a dimmed lighthouse
I’ll hide
till the world turns away
and sees it’s reflection
drifting
nearby
I don’t remember half
of what I have said
I think
Just leaning on the railing of your balcony
looking over your world
what more do you want
but just that moment
well
a balcony in my case
Even a dark wall
can be beautiful
if it at least has
some symmetry
lying on your back
staring at
imaginary skies
behind the roof
you almost feel
The chimney
a skylight
through both you can reach
the heavens
in different ways
Nochrisis 