A Paradox

"Culture has been defined by anthropologists as a collection of learned survival strategies passed on to our young through teaching and modeling...as the collected embodiment of our survival ideation, is the mental environment to which we must adapt, the state of mind with which we identify. The nature or character of a culture is colored by the myths and religions that arise within it, and abandoning one myth or religion to embrace another has no effect on culture because it both produces and is produced by these elements...That we are shaped by the culture we create makes it difficult to see that our culture is what must be transcended, which means we must rise above our notions and techniques of survival itself, if we are to survive. Thus the paradox that only as we lose our life do we find it."

Joseph Chilton Pearce

Saudade

It's because I simply won't lose myself One day we'll meet again. Until that day, goodbye, my love If you're going to tell a lie, it'd be better if you didn't talk to me at all You're going away, that's all that I know. When we first saw each other, I wasn't some cute girl, was I But in the end, you smiled at me Tears melt grief, if they're overflowing Those drops, once more I want to drink them all down In my cold, aching heart, I stay the same as much as I can I can't forget you, but I need you Forgive me, my love, nayve dreams were swept away by the waves One day we'll meet again. Until that day, goodbye, my love As time repeats itself, little by little I get to know you And then again time repeats itself, little by little I cease to understand I try to compare fading love to the setting sun In there, I'm sure there's left over saudade If you bear shadows until feels are spun into words I'd rather be an unspeaking shell on the bottom of the sea Even though no one bothers me, even though I could return to the sea I'm silently reminded of you Give up, my love, naive hopes just rip me up I tell him... I'm lonely... I'm fine... I'm lonely Repeating over and over, again and again It's a familiar story Meeting and parting And crying and laughing and love and hate Forgive me, my love, naive dreams were swept away by the waves One day we'll meet again. Until that day, goodbye, my love By your side, it felt like time stopped As the night sky burned, I lived with my love porno graffitti

too much too soo, too little too late

A digital mind recorder!

That is the gadget I would like to invent. A device that can fully record every single image and sequence of words that flow through my head in an exquisite kaleidoscope, made from a myriad of irrational rationalizations and meaningful discussions. V

Forgetting to Remember

As of lately, the fact that I can no longer control the flow of thoughts, and discussions with myself, which flood my mind, some of them at almost light speed, has started to freak me out. I know I am not crazy, in one way or another I have always been continuously distracted, but now I can't rest. At times the flow of thoughts rushing through my head, crawling over corpses of silent monologues, crashes into the crevices left by unfinished thoughts, left behind as a consequence of flourishing understanding, scares me. It used to be kind of like having the power to daydream, constantly. Fairytale dust, is sprinkled all over my existence. So many dark corners have been taken over by what people always used to tell me was a vivid imagination. Keep forgetting to remember people’s tendencies in a desperate attempt at believing. Never seem to learn. And the worse is that I believe it is real each time. The disillusion makes it more and more difficult, to start believing in the next dream. The nightmare periods become more obscure and the atrocities one can do to oneself are exponentially more sadistic each time. I thought it was going to be the golden key to commence our journey, just as promised. I hadn’t counted on the fear factor! V

The Pierian Spring

"A little learning is a dang'rous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There, shallow draughts, intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again." Alexander Pope

noésis noéseós

But if life itself is good and pleasant (...) and if one who sees is conscious that he sees, one who hears that he hears, one who walks that he walks and similarly for all the other human activities there is a faculty that is conscious of their exercise, so that whenever we perceive, we are conscious that we perceive, and whenever we think, we are conscious that we think, and to be conscious that we are perceiving or thinking is to be conscious that we exist... Aristotle on Plato "knowledge of knowledge"

A cliche

It is a cliché that most clichés are true, but then, like most clichés, that cliché is untrue. Stephen Fry

A Quote

A STRONG WOMAN is one who feels deeply, and loves fiercely. Her tears flow just as abundantly as her laughter. A STRONG WOMAN is both soft and powerful. She is both practical and spritual. A STRONG WOMAN in her essence, a gift to all the world.

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