Beyond that I can say nothing of this. And what I have said about it so far, says nothing about it.

Philosophers are those who are not uncomfortable with the uncertainty and chaos of reality

Fakeness is the only reality we can have

A society where unmarketable thoughts have no place

Society needs madmen to exist so that they can define their own normalcy

‘My art’ is not my art at all. If I find something and then show it to you, is it then mine? Or was I simply the one to pick it up?

My mind cannot contain it

To be like something is not to be at all

I never thought life would be this way. What way? I have no idea

I walked to the storm, I thought tonight was my night to die. Lightning would strike and take me. I escaped the theatre and saw something beyond it. I realized I could never tell anyone, I am simply unable to. I didn’t want to go back. But I had to. I had to go back to the theatre.

I was in a world without humanity tonight; indescribable

Can a madman say he is mad?

Only because you can’t understand it, doesn’t mean it’s not real

Observation is not objective

Everything exists next to each other and they do not clash, only in your head

As long as there is true uncertainty; there is humbleness

Humans have many sides, you know. I guess you don’t because you’ve hidden away parts of yourself to fit into a mould that has been placed on you since birth

The outcome of philosophy: also nothing (just like everything else)

Gay is only my label, not my identity

We will never know freedom because we are eternally stuck in fleedom

I am also doomed to flee to my own order and answers. Everyone has their own things to flee to; that is how humanity works. Writing stuff like this and believing it, is my point of fleedom

I am also in religion; as everyone is. But I am in the religion that says that religion is merely an escape. But we can almost do no different than escape: humans are the escaping animal.

When you realize others are just as confused as you; you realize the equality. This is why arrogance and certainty are big problems

If something is uncomfortable to us, why would we buy it? But we find comfort in certain types of uncomfort. But it must be that type of uncomfortable to sell. And so in capitalism we are limited in this; I can not sell something that everyone finds very uncomfortable

Why are you smiling to yourself, thinking: ‘I know this or that’. Do you not see the fundamental nothingness of life?

Worldbreakers are worldchangers

Living meaninglessly; is that possible? Isn’t that impossible if we say that humans are the animal that function by meaning? Am I then doomed to live meaningfully?

If we take a different standard than ‘human’, then we automatically miss humanity-love, then we automatically make a hierarchy, then we automatically include and exclude

I remember many days that I have thought: ‘today I will not act’. But every time I am forced to do so; forced to function like this because I am human. And I must be human, I can be no else. I would call this a cruel fate again; the fate of being human, but I know that it is not cruel at all; that it is merely perceived as cruel by humans. It is not cruel, simply the way it is.

The social theatre is also very laughable, to see others and yourself play in it is so ridiculous sometimes

How short is my sight
And of those around me
How small are our eyes

What a cruel fate!
To know this
But to be unable to change it
To surpass it
What a cruel fate!
But not cruel at all
But merely a fate

I am just as misguided as the rest of us. Knowing you are misguided doesn’t make you less misguided

‘This is how it goes’ actually means ‘this is how we have decided it goes’

What does it mean to think in ‘a human way’

It is philosophy that has pushed me ‘out’ of the social theatre. That has pushed me to be less human, so it feels. Is this philosophy a disease? Has it ‘broken’ me in my human functioning?

The social theatre is not the conventions themselves but the fact that conventions exist

When you say ‘nothing really matters’ people only react from within the social theatre: ‘that doesn’t sound good’. Oh please, good has nothing to do with this

How laughably simple is the human animal that understands in terms of good and bad

I am a worldbreaker. The world (the social theatre) must first be broken to make it better, to make us aware of what it is

There is no other home than the social theatre. If I don’t feel at home there, where can I go?

Definitions are creations, not realities

We are the laughable yet beautiful creature

It is not in reading poetry that something changes, but in living it

I am so in my head, that I don’t notice the things outside it

This generation will perish and the revolution will unfold because of this, just as history has always worked. A rebelling against and the rising up of

In sight of love, lovelessness becomes clear

How naive you are if you think that you are not naive

There is this world and inside that world there is a species of beings; humans. And humans can only see this world in a human way. We don’t know if that is any different than the real world but I would say absolutely. And so that is the human layer. And these beings function in a special way, they live together and in order to do that they have made structures and systems. This is the social theatre: the structures of our being-together

You can’t go searching for philosophy, that’s not how it works; you need to experience it, it needs to happen to you

Slave of the social theatre

The beginning of philosophy and the end come to the same thing: nothing. Socrates already said it when he said that we know nothing. And in the end we always come to that again.

You only understand it when you understand that you understand nothing

In observing the world, I am no’on

Only in disappearance of humanity does truth emerge

For my ideas to appear, I must disappear

It is by these eyes that I start and it is these eyes that end me. I have no beginning at all

[We are] the animal capable of ‘understanding’ but incapable of understanding the limitations of their own understanding

Using human sense, human logic to understand something that is not human

[We are] just another animal at the mercy of the world

The absurdity of trying to understand a world that is not human, in a human way

The collapsing of everything

It is our limitation that we do not fully understand our limitations

In life, ‘meaning’ has no meaning

‘Real’ philosophy is without argumentation

A question that is not asked

[We are] defined by miscommunication

Everything can be criticized, because nothing is grounded on something

Every talking is still a sort of show, a sort of game

Being aware of the limitations of our awareness does not lift them

Those who revolt now will object to the next revolution. How ironic.

We pretend children can’t love

[‘They are young, they do not know what they want.’ Get your grubby words off these people and let them be without your dominance!]

Whatever love may be, it escapes all our words