I see this grey man, looking at me in the morning, when I look up and my eyes open from a deep sleep. I’ve seen this a thousand times through a thousand facets and an awareness, like you have, driving too nowhere. Maybe I take that drive today and let the hair I once had, hang free, in the wind.
When I drifted away, many years ago, I got the feeling that I got stuck, maybe halve way. I don’t know why I thought that, knowing that I was going, without aim. I guess everything makes you feel stuck if you go to nowhere.
It looks, that what I hold in front of me, is a shield. But I can tell you, that it works like a sail, a sail that helps me to smoothen the passage over rough tidying’s. leaning against time and its companions makes you stiff and will, at the end, break you, like the tree that never learned to give.
Tread carefully
over past pain
when you’re naked
With some filtered air
I can inhale
the world outside
and keep smiling
I got burned today
but it was only the part that shows
The horizon seems really dark
but the storm clouds make it all clearer
“Every questioning is a seeking. Every seeking takes its direction beforehand from what is sought. Questioning is a knowing search for beings in their thatness and whatness. The knowing search can become an “investigation,” as the revealing determination of what the question aims at. As questioning about … questioning has what it asks about. All asking about … is in some way an inquiring of …. Besides what is asked, what is interrogated also belongs to questioning. What is questioned is to be defined and conceptualized in the investigating, that is, the specifically theoretical, question. As what is really intended, what is to be ascertained lies in what is questioned; here questioning arrives at its goal.”
From Being and time, 2. The Formal Structure of the Question of Being, page 5
Martin Heidegger, 1889-1976.
translated by Joan Stambaugh.
I have striven not to laugh at human actions, not to weep at them, nor to hate them, but to understand them.
Benedictus de Spinoza
I have been measuring myself
where I end
but I don’t know where to measure
where I start
Most animals kan open their hands
we are the only ones
that closes them
with intent
Standing on a crossroad
is what I thought when I looked
~
I saw only the road
looking back
and forwards
disappear in the distance
~
and no other way
I brushed it away
a lot
Nochrisis 