
I can see
from where you left it hanging
if you sit right
or left on the bench
watching

I can see
from where you left it hanging
if you sit right
or left on the bench
watching

I have many seats where I live
but not many for outsiders
I like to change position
every now and then

The thought
tentakels that explain
are also keeping you
away

Today’s windows did not open
for fresh air
but the look through them
opened me

I am stuck
to a 3-meter-thick wall
trying to look inside
because the silence
lures me

All of you behind those
impressive black walls
receive
impressions of the world
and at the end what is left

473 The intellect cannot criticize itself, simply because it cannot be compared with other species of intellect and because its capacity to know would be revealed only in the presence of “true reality,” i.e., because in order to criticize the intellect we should have to be a higher being with “absolute knowledge.” This presupposes that, distinct from every perspective kind of outlook or sensual-spiritual appropriation, something exists, an “in-itself.”- But the psychological derivation of the belief in things forbids us to speak of ”things-in-themselves.”

If you are looking
down
the reflection of a window
can be all
you need to remember
outside

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science.
The World As I See It

From darkness
light calls
out of curiosity
maybe
to know
the unknown
or the opposite

99 Wherein we are all irrational. – We still draw the conclusions of judgments we consider false, of teachings in which we no longer believe – our feelings make us do it

I always hope that some memories last forever
especially when you give them away

485 Full of character. – A man appears full of character much more often because he always obeys his temperament than because he always obeys his principles.

The walls that protect us
are all different
but why
they all serve the same function

Almost empty streets
where people only meet
on their way home

The trees grew taller than your wounds
almost forgotten
in shadows
that never go
maybe you should
rediscover
them