In this absurd world
you are
one more absurd part
I don’t understand
In this absurd world
you are
one more absurd part
I don’t understand
Because of my childhood, I have been doomed to a life of thinking about ‘religion’
Honestly, sometimes I hope I’m dead wrong, but I can’t see it differently right now. I hope I can see it differently in the future
Yes, I am an arrogant hypocrite who tries not to be an arrogant hypocrite but in doing so remains an arrogant hypocrite
Very carefully, I place my thoughts in expected structure, but all of a sudden they are not my thoughts anymore but my expected thoughts. So I broke with expected structure to free my thoughts
Pointing out the social theatre in real life is like pointing out that a play is just a play while you’re performing it
In a way, you have to be smart to know that you’re not smart
If you hear something long enough, you start to believe it
By not speaking about it, we teach our children not to speak about it
Much philosophy seems smart because we don’t quite understand what is really being said
The dominance of education
‘Good’ and ‘bad’ are human stickers
You want a philosophy without doubt but then you simply don’t understand philosophy well enough because philosophy finds its origin in doubt, doubt is her basis
You must remain in contact with people, you must. For experience and some connection
How to love the people in a system that you hate
Do something long enough and it becomes your way of life, it becomes ‘who you are’
Education is never where truth is discovered
I don’t invoke anything, so also not truth
It’s not even that something is missing; we don’t even reach it
[Human limitation]
‘But when can children decide that?’ And when can we decide when children can decide that or not? [We arrogantly think we know better]
We can’t understand that which moves, and everything moves
We do not live with movement, because we want to understand everything and in order to understand something it must stand still and not change
[Our resistance to the movement of life is a large cause of our anguish]
You can’t just stay in a morally wrong situation because it is comfortable (‘morally wrong’ as a concept in the social theatre of course, so relative)
Things are not set in stone, for there is no stone to set things in.
The way the world works is no more than a religion to the ‘average’ person (the person in the social theatre without awareness of the social theatre)
Don’t you feel your future in your body? In your soul? What you will think, a few years away from your death. What you will feel. You are now the past of your deceased self
All are fools, especially those who think they are not fools
In the collapse of everything, the collapse of yourself is also imminent. Do not fear you own collapse
Philosophy has a ‘weak’ place in the social theatre because it is not understood. Only things that are understood get a ‘strong’ place in the social theatre.
It’s time to put the eyes in the backseat. They may watch but not say
An existential ‘crisis’ or the collapse of all systems is only a crisis because we have experienced the systems before. Because of our past in the systems, we have gotten used to it and it is then ‘bad’ if it falls away
Don’t delude yourself an expert on someone who is dead. (‘This philosopher would say…’)
I don’t need to be ‘helped’. I tell you that I want to die and that is it. No ‘help’. Just that what it is
There must be an unawareness of the social theatre, otherwise we could not function. For all that are truly aware of it do not wish to function in it perhaps. So most are doomed to be unaware of it
Is following only your passions close-minded? Does that close other options?
I only remember the mornings of the nights I wasn’t drunk
Only when we have nothing in the social theatre, can we see the fundamental nothingness of life. If he would love me I don’t think I could have seen that emptiness. I had to be broken
Life moves ever on. With this thought comes fundamental non-attachment. It is okay for things to pass
Realness and meaning and so on is a matter of perspective. Yes from a human perspective this is real and meaningful. But if we want to understand the world and our role in it, surely we must try to have a world perspective and not a human perspective
It is the death of knowledge for we have no knowledge of death
I am also just a child of my time and environment
Slow and small, that is how it goes, that is a good way for it to go
What significance does my age have? Does my age add or diminish anything to the meaning of what I have written?
Do we ever breathe in all the way?
‘What is the meaning of life?’ What do you mean when you say life? Do you mean life as in that which exists or life as in the human life in the social theatre?
Every day we have the option of looking at the sky but many days we don’t
Patience is not waiting, it is letting be
Even revolution builds on what was before
This is indeed the crucial definition; what is ‘real’?
Home is nowhere and therefore everywhere
To be twenty and talk about destiny seems funny, perhaps naive
Vesuvius. I throw it in, it exists for a short time, and then it burns
How can the ‘coincidental’ structure be that we are a creature that can fully understand the world. How can you think that without believing in a God
The cold puts us to death and the warmth to sleep
To go there where no one does
The compilation of someone else’s work seems intimidating but that is because we forget it is a compilation; creation over time compiled into dense art. Effort and time are behind every compilation. And also a chaotic mind, an unstructured person trying to be structured
Why are we taught to kill bugs?
I can do nothing else than letting my brain do its thing. I can not think that which others think
Perhaps ‘healthy’ is the exception
It has never been man versus nature. Only nature
For the record? There is no ‘the record’. Nothing is written down, not even the things that have been written down
If walking in circles is stress behavior, then all humans exhibit it. Some more clear than others, some more literal. But in one way or another, we’re walking around in circles
You hate the eyes but you love them. It is exactly those eyes that make you ‘something’, ‘interesting’. And you want that
You feel it; you want to be seen. Seen yet alone. Seen and induce shock. You love being different, you don’t want people to be like you at all, because that makes you jealous, that makes you insecure. You would rather they stay in their misery so that you have some sort of upper hand. Do you see how your ego plays here? You must do something with this. As long as your ego drives you, misery like this and arrogance like this follows
You will never reach all
How small is your world if you only sit on things we have called chairs
Do not mistake my silence as defeat. You think your words are really something, that they give you worth. And you drown in the sludge that is certainty-arrogance
The time between child and adult is so interesting: we rebel against the life that our parents have fallen asleep in and we make ready our own bed for the future. I suppose that is why this age is the most ‘crazy’, because we are not asleep anywhere
I strangely admire your ability to be ignorant (to all those invested in the social theatre)
And so in order to protect our children, we pretend they are not humans and let them have no real connections. In our society it is not possible as ‘an adult’ to have a connection with ‘a child’
Living with ‘without’
I share because if I wait until I am asked, I will never share anything
We must watch out for the academy as a place to flee to
Philosophy is tossed aside when it gets too uncomfortable, too confronting (by the unwise)
There are two types of philosophy: the defined, demarcated, understood philosophy and the undefined, un-understood philosophy
Time is infinitely divisible, how can we ever say that a moment passes on to ‘the next one’. In this we also see the story that we stick onto reality so as to understand it
I wish I could hold death so that I would know it
We think we can make a world without ambiguity. How laughable
So many have drowned in this capitalism. And in the social theatre
So many things are not said because we are terrified out of our minds. We are terrified to be genuine, be ourself in the social theatre. If we don’t wear costumes and use merely an image of ourself, if that falls away, we are vulnerable, we are terrified. Even more than terrified
In a world where everyone is terrified, those who dare are heard, have the power.
I must be careful of this; not to have a dogma. But it feels like not having a dogma is then the dogma which I defend. But this is one of the paradoxes that stands
We spend our lives searching for some truth, genuineness and reality, but when we are confronted with it, we run and hide.
Do we ever truly pose this question? I do not mean academically, for the academy does not reach life.
The person who stabs themselves and then cries about that they have been stabs
The true tragedy of humanity is that genuineness shocks us
You have no interest in truth or questions; you are comfortable in the story that you have been told since birth and that you will keep on telling yourself and your children
We waste so much of our breath on nothing
It feels like I’m not allowed to rebel against the functioning of humanity
We do nothing
The clear correlation between hierarchy and power
‘Simply how we work’; does this warrant further explanation? It seems so, humanly it seems so
How boring is everything after some time
Breaking through self-evidence
We only look who sits next to us when they walk away
Making up new labels is obviously not the way to get free from thinking in labels
You become the story that has been told to you, unless you use this thing called freedom; autonomy
Many times, my eyes don’t really move, don’t really perceive. Because there is not really anything to see with meaning. They are tired of pretending there is.
Writing is more real it seems because you can more easily say something you might dare say to someone in real life. It is a medium of a little more distance
You need to be moved to write. That is why you can’t stay by yourself forever
We are happier in fakeness
It’s the miserabilists fate to be alone