Day 2175, reflection.
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Day 2174, teaching.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Thus spoke Zarathustra, second part
And if someone goes through fire for his teaching – what does this prove? Indeed, it means more when one’s own teaching comes out of one’s own fire!
Day 2172, towards me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You cant even reflect the colors behind you
standing there with your back
towards me in the entrance
Day 2171, rooted.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We are anchored in the past and the future
but it doesn’t feel like that
Day 2170, even when.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the right conditions
we all look worn
~
even when we are
Day 2169, alien to me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You have a mouth
nose
and eyes like me
but looking in your beady eyes that stare at me from behind the glass wall
I see nothing that I recognize
as if you live in another world
an older world
Day 2168, windows.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I made a window, a real one that opens to the world.
Not sure if I ever will open it, but I am glad that I made one.
Day 2167, pressure.
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Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Day 2166, still.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I can see inside
the oldest parts of me
once it swam
now it is just there
~
it pulls strings
mindlessly
like dead weight
~
a past that’s still
inside
Day 2165, Pyotr.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There were too many
so his death was not mourned
I am so disappointed that we still live in a world where a single person can have so much power that he (it is hardly ever a she) can start a war. I don’t believe in a higher power or that there is a reason for why we are here. If you think this through, you have to conclude that we are humans living on a planet and not humans living in a country that is all just made up and has no basis in reality besides a habit we all share for a couple of hundred years.
Day 2164, invasive thoughts.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It seemed like a normal day
and that worries me
Day 2163,
Day's pictures, Poetry
I once was burdened
a heavy machine made for death
I was the god that decided
who would loose
far in the distance
~
200 bullets
though some showed the way
not for me
but for where to aim
~
if you understand what I am saying here
you know the burden
even if it is just
imaginary
Day 2161, staring.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sometimes I wonder
what I was thinking back then
~
looking at old pictures
Day 2160, analogy bits.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The biggest drill bit makes the most damage
when in use
makes sense?
Day 2159, the end.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Beyond good and evil, The religious character
49. What is amazing about the religiosity of ancient Greeks is the excessive
amount of gratitude that flows out from it: – it takes a very noble type of
person to face nature and life like this! – Later, when the rabble gained
prominence in Greece, religion became overgrown with fear as well, and
Christianity was on the horizon. –
Day 2158, colorful.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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