19 Jan 4: am (Ah tomorrow is the supermoon night!)
2019 Resolution!
What i need to do is
to stop consuming
but engage in a
creative reflexive production
of the self
And engage in the act of giving more than taking
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Sometimes it is strange
sometimes it is strange
how strongly it strikes you
when you suddenly see
how little time as a mortal
one has
in which to achieve
immortality
After all to be human is to desire, the greatest being the will to be gods.
I sometimes think that freedom is power for the oppressed and power is freedom for those who oppress
And stranger it is
when at other times
one feels lost
sufferings dear
longing and pain
despair lone
constant repetition
little happiness
much sorrow
it matters not
to die or live
when one knows
one is already
living dead
and cares not
for tomorrow
But we blame life wrongly for it is conscience that is to blame
Is a miserable and suffering person a more aware and enlightened soul
And how then are vanity and pride immoral if conscience should indeed be banished
How then Hitler and Gandhi were different
Weren't both conscientiously right in their own ways.
Ah! The love of the 'self '
it can reach
heights of pessimisim
in Schopenhaur
yet in Nietsche
highest flight
and ironically
i suspect for
they understood
the fiction
this 'self'.
Madness is a stage where one reaches beyond "I', common in most genius minds.
Only most geniuses or foreseers of humanity become known so, as is well documented,
posthumously
that doesn't mean they were not mad or geniuses for that matter before they were known so.
And yet strangest it is
so i feel
when at times
'a' moment
a presence
in absence
permanence
of impermanence
one simply
just
forgets
dissolves
in empty spaces
within
without
for some
universality
others
nothingness
eterniry
truth
will
equanimity
remembrance
zero
chi
How does one ever escape from the process of 'being' in order to just 'be'.
Life is just a shadow in the light of death, or vice versa, for it doesn't really matter, so i think.
And then it can only get stranger
when strange becomes
a constant
every moment
a new breath
a new pause
a new life
a new death.
2019 Resolution!
What i need to do is
to stop consuming
but engage in a
creative reflexive production
of the self
And engage in the act of giving more than taking
------------------------------------------------
Sometimes it is strange
sometimes it is strange
how strongly it strikes you
when you suddenly see
how little time as a mortal
one has
in which to achieve
immortality
After all to be human is to desire, the greatest being the will to be gods.
I sometimes think that freedom is power for the oppressed and power is freedom for those who oppress
And stranger it is
when at other times
one feels lost
sufferings dear
longing and pain
despair lone
constant repetition
little happiness
much sorrow
it matters not
to die or live
when one knows
one is already
living dead
and cares not
for tomorrow
But we blame life wrongly for it is conscience that is to blame
Is a miserable and suffering person a more aware and enlightened soul
And how then are vanity and pride immoral if conscience should indeed be banished
How then Hitler and Gandhi were different
Weren't both conscientiously right in their own ways.
Ah! The love of the 'self '
it can reach
heights of pessimisim
in Schopenhaur
yet in Nietsche
highest flight
and ironically
i suspect for
they understood
the fiction
this 'self'.
Madness is a stage where one reaches beyond "I', common in most genius minds.
Only most geniuses or foreseers of humanity become known so, as is well documented,
posthumously
that doesn't mean they were not mad or geniuses for that matter before they were known so.
And yet strangest it is
so i feel
when at times
'a' moment
a presence
in absence
permanence
of impermanence
one simply
just
forgets
dissolves
in empty spaces
within
without
for some
universality
others
nothingness
eterniry
truth
will
equanimity
remembrance
zero
chi
How does one ever escape from the process of 'being' in order to just 'be'.
Life is just a shadow in the light of death, or vice versa, for it doesn't really matter, so i think.
And then it can only get stranger
when strange becomes
a constant
every moment
a new breath
a new pause
a new life
a new death.
