Life turned into philosophy with a touch of the surreal and macabre
Nietzsche.I may not be ready yet for ”Human, All too human”, still I watched a rather biased documentary about his life and work.It set me thinking, of course. In particular his death (ah, yes every death makes me think, even …
After the buzz, noise and excitement in the city, it was a welcoming change going to work in the middle of nowhere and nothing yesterday…walking through town with only the birds or the wind. This peace I would not find …
Nervous, although I have nothing to loose.I had cornflakes for breakfast which I usually don’t do (my stomach just cannot digest the milk properly at that time of the day)…but I needed the nuts and will have an unusual morning …
I find Sartre’s ”Of human Freedom” on my bookshelf. Wrapped in a dark green leather binding with a familiar smell of a library book from overseas.Oh, where does this come from? I know immediately.Hmmm ”I can’t.” I tell myself with …
Near the fields with the sheep with red numbers on their backs, I am reminded why nothing could convince me that not all artists believe they are eggs.They point at rain clouds and out falls snow. We may have not …
Sartre’s third chapter is about a schizophrenic and his girlfriend.He didn’t say if it is schizophrenia….but I know the pattern.It may not be my brain but my genes. That much scientists could prove so far.I had to open two milk …
When I come to think of it…Marx isn’t so far from communism or national socialism.Before going to sleep, I read the chapter about Darwin and didn’t dream of intercourse with a mermaid hmmm. And today, my sense for oddities led …
I knew it was a bad idea to read a chapter about Marx before my afternoon nap but please don’t ask how I ended up with the following dream happening while I was asleep for three hours:I saw everything with …
You and Edith are right.I don’t.A memory like an elephant and the precision of an owl.I do not see it worth defending my intelligence.Loneliness proves that the times when some authority would have sold me for 24 sheep, a donkey …
As a child I used to sniff glue, with my brother. It never made me high because I was a naturally high soul anyway. I don’t know about my brother though, his face always brightened when we stopped at a …