Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Friday, March 27, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
You are your own Master
Sometimes I think a life of knowledge can be like being in a sadomasochistic relationship with yourself, where you, instantly both the dominant and submissive, have decided to play by a pre-agreed set of rules to push through the pain to hit that orgasmic pleasure which simultaneously makes the world around you more real and completely unreal. That's why the knowledgable go around saying that the truth will set you free.
Monday, March 16, 2015
Music - another thought
Music is our most universal endeavor to consciously experience time.
Because music is made of vibrations.
And vibrations is made of rhythm.
Music is not in the pitch but in the beat.
The beat is always moving forward.
It does not stop, it does not wait.
But our experience of the beat is not mechanical.
Sometimes one whole sequence can feel like a split second.
Sometimes one beat can feel like forever.
But if we move with the beat, we become synchronized with it.
We don't feel its passing; we feel it dancing.
That's when we feel like the beat can last forever.
And in that moment, time stops, and we live in an eternity in the space-time of the song.
And we begin to think we understand,
for that moment,
how there can be a reality that continues in its motion
even when all time has ended for us.
Because music is made of vibrations.
And vibrations is made of rhythm.
Music is not in the pitch but in the beat.
The beat is always moving forward.
It does not stop, it does not wait.
But our experience of the beat is not mechanical.
Sometimes one whole sequence can feel like a split second.
Sometimes one beat can feel like forever.
But if we move with the beat, we become synchronized with it.
We don't feel its passing; we feel it dancing.
That's when we feel like the beat can last forever.
And in that moment, time stops, and we live in an eternity in the space-time of the song.
And we begin to think we understand,
for that moment,
how there can be a reality that continues in its motion
even when all time has ended for us.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
I can be anything but ordinary,
because ordinariness is an impossible ideal,
created by leaders and statisticians who want to make you think that
our very existence which makes us inevitably unique can be "resolved" when we align ourselves with Average Joe -
because managing identical "ordinary" people who behave predictably makes their job easier and their reward bigger - by punishing people who do not conform and labeling them "monsters", and by outsourcing the cost of management to the population at large,
who do everything they can to fit into the "average" ideals set in front of them. In that sense,
the only people who can actually become average joes are obsessive idealists - who have paid the price and perfected their art of fitting into that mould of average-ness - what a waste of exceptional talent that would be!
That is why I refuse to be ordinary.
because all life based on evolution hinges on being special.
You, are special.
Go and do your special thing today.
because ordinariness is an impossible ideal,
created by leaders and statisticians who want to make you think that
our very existence which makes us inevitably unique can be "resolved" when we align ourselves with Average Joe -
because managing identical "ordinary" people who behave predictably makes their job easier and their reward bigger - by punishing people who do not conform and labeling them "monsters", and by outsourcing the cost of management to the population at large,
who do everything they can to fit into the "average" ideals set in front of them. In that sense,
the only people who can actually become average joes are obsessive idealists - who have paid the price and perfected their art of fitting into that mould of average-ness - what a waste of exceptional talent that would be!
That is why I refuse to be ordinary.
because all life based on evolution hinges on being special.
You, are special.
Go and do your special thing today.
Saturday, March 07, 2015
Four Freedoms
Freedom is when you are happy getting tied up using a firm rope that makes visible your comfort zone, knowing that no distance you wander can lead you over the cliff.
Freedom is when pain is so rhythmical you learn ignore it by habit, and when it is taken from you you feel a release that makes you realize you never learnt to truly ignore it.
Freedom is the illusion of free will and informed choice, when you are made to think you are an individual capable of making intelligent decisions unswayed by something out there influencing you for its exclusive benefit.
Freedom is realizing that the experience of freedom is an illusion that exists only when your mind makes you think you are exempt from obeying, even though your act of not obeying in fact obeys the mechanisms of something outside your idea of free will.
Freedom is when pain is so rhythmical you learn ignore it by habit, and when it is taken from you you feel a release that makes you realize you never learnt to truly ignore it.
Freedom is the illusion of free will and informed choice, when you are made to think you are an individual capable of making intelligent decisions unswayed by something out there influencing you for its exclusive benefit.
Freedom is realizing that the experience of freedom is an illusion that exists only when your mind makes you think you are exempt from obeying, even though your act of not obeying in fact obeys the mechanisms of something outside your idea of free will.
Tuesday, March 03, 2015
Scars
whatever we to do ourselves is what we conclude after agonizing rationalizing to be the best we can do to stay alive in minimal pain. and whoever says otherwise probably never knew what pain is.
Friday, February 27, 2015
The fabric of reality
One person believing makes an idea a dream.
Two people believing makes the idea a promise.
A community believing makes the idea reality.
Two people believing makes the idea a promise.
A community believing makes the idea reality.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Taxes
The rich are rich because they are connected to people who give to them.
But the purpose of community is not to create rich people. It's a direct result of us being social animals.
But being social animals is no explanation for community.
We are social animals because we have collectively decided that it is a better strategy to specialize in what we can manage, and allow others to give us what we cannot.
Our communities are strong because we have abstracted and virtualized our ability to collect and transmit our strengths and weaknesses. We are strong because we have things that help us do redistribute our strengths: the internet, logistics, social protocol, language, money.
In that sense, we could attribute part of our strength to taxes - it literally redistributes resources from those who are good at collecting it to those who aren't.
In that sense, taxation is the whole purpose of a certain class of modern communities.
In that sense, the rich are made rich because they are expected to give to the poor.
Unless - unless the rich do not live in communities. Unless the rich do not live in protection of the community: without the protection of law, the trust conferred by money, the mechanisms of efficacy afforded by infrastructure. Unless the rich had nobody to give to them. Unless the rich - were not rich.
That is why I think it's fair to levy extremely high taxes on the ultra rich.
But the purpose of community is not to create rich people. It's a direct result of us being social animals.
But being social animals is no explanation for community.
We are social animals because we have collectively decided that it is a better strategy to specialize in what we can manage, and allow others to give us what we cannot.
Our communities are strong because we have abstracted and virtualized our ability to collect and transmit our strengths and weaknesses. We are strong because we have things that help us do redistribute our strengths: the internet, logistics, social protocol, language, money.
In that sense, we could attribute part of our strength to taxes - it literally redistributes resources from those who are good at collecting it to those who aren't.
In that sense, taxation is the whole purpose of a certain class of modern communities.
In that sense, the rich are made rich because they are expected to give to the poor.
Unless - unless the rich do not live in communities. Unless the rich do not live in protection of the community: without the protection of law, the trust conferred by money, the mechanisms of efficacy afforded by infrastructure. Unless the rich had nobody to give to them. Unless the rich - were not rich.
That is why I think it's fair to levy extremely high taxes on the ultra rich.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Love on Cloud Seven
Life is like the internet. It doesn't start or end anywhere. You are part of it but you are neither it nor do you own it in any way, but by your very ability to be part of it, you are owned by it.
Your connection and disconnection may look like the birth and death of your life to you, but these alter it in no significant way. That's because life is not something that was birthed into you; you were birthed into life. Birth and death are not complementary to, or opposites of life: they are a strategy of life as much as unreliable connections a strategy of the internet.
Life is self seeking beyond reason. It is an unemotional, fierce, and self-centered force that neither forgives nor forgets but keeps record of all wrongs in its evolving DNA with the sole objective of preserving itself. Life is not about you. To life, you are just another statistic, like how a cell in your body or a bacteria in your guts - nothing more than a sophisticated "naturally" intelligent risk-aware machinery that preserves it.
Love, and love, is everything that you throw at life to make your experience of being conscious a narrative about you.
It is everything that life isn't. It is destructive but gentle, emotional but forgiving, it is personal but able to reach outside the skin, able to acknowledge and embrace other living things that are not physically part of us, and treat them as an integral part of us and call them community, body, enemy, or family.
Love is the cloud on the 7th layer of the internet, the application of life through which we gain faces and create meaning in the hardware that is us. Love is the stories we tell ourselves to makes sense of the world around us. Love is incapable of truth nor falsehood, because love is the stories in which we carve out our reality. It is the ground we stand on and the stars above.
Above all, we need love because it is the one force we have against life's harshness. It is the only thing that keeps is together, and the only real defense in the face of our completely irrational choice of staying alive.
Your connection and disconnection may look like the birth and death of your life to you, but these alter it in no significant way. That's because life is not something that was birthed into you; you were birthed into life. Birth and death are not complementary to, or opposites of life: they are a strategy of life as much as unreliable connections a strategy of the internet.
Life is self seeking beyond reason. It is an unemotional, fierce, and self-centered force that neither forgives nor forgets but keeps record of all wrongs in its evolving DNA with the sole objective of preserving itself. Life is not about you. To life, you are just another statistic, like how a cell in your body or a bacteria in your guts - nothing more than a sophisticated "naturally" intelligent risk-aware machinery that preserves it.
Love, and love, is everything that you throw at life to make your experience of being conscious a narrative about you.
It is everything that life isn't. It is destructive but gentle, emotional but forgiving, it is personal but able to reach outside the skin, able to acknowledge and embrace other living things that are not physically part of us, and treat them as an integral part of us and call them community, body, enemy, or family.
Love is the cloud on the 7th layer of the internet, the application of life through which we gain faces and create meaning in the hardware that is us. Love is the stories we tell ourselves to makes sense of the world around us. Love is incapable of truth nor falsehood, because love is the stories in which we carve out our reality. It is the ground we stand on and the stars above.
Above all, we need love because it is the one force we have against life's harshness. It is the only thing that keeps is together, and the only real defense in the face of our completely irrational choice of staying alive.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
If mobile phones survived the way human beings continue to go on living despite discrimination, disability, attack, abuse, hunger, unpopularity, unconnectedness and isolation, inherited imperfections, disease, hurt and self harm, chronic pain and relapse, we would still be using Nokia 8310s, repaired and upgraded beyond all recognition like a patchwork Frankenstein.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Friday, November 07, 2014
Dark Freedom
Let there be light so that man will know darkness. Let there be bondage so that man will know freedom.
And the peace of the darkness will be taken away by oppressors in shining armor; and the stillness of freedom by the knowledge that blinds.
And man will hunt down the heart of Truth and call it falsehood, so that the whole Truth becomes unknowable.
There is no lie like falsehood - know the Truth, and the Truth will set you free.
And the peace of the darkness will be taken away by oppressors in shining armor; and the stillness of freedom by the knowledge that blinds.
And man will hunt down the heart of Truth and call it falsehood, so that the whole Truth becomes unknowable.
There is no lie like falsehood - know the Truth, and the Truth will set you free.
Monday, November 03, 2014
The Times
From the hole to the pole
From the cradle to the bed
We were all born gold
But the world ain't straight
Bent and torn to fit in the fold
Better hiding in the numbers than be written off dead
I'm a devil I'm an angel I'm a sinner I'm a saint
I'm just trying all I can to survive my game
I was dealt a hand I hate to play
But the Times is a sado-masochistic orgy
We create words
We create minds
We create the Times
We shuffle the deck
And deal it blind.
Who is the master delighting in the pain?
Who is the slave pleasuring in shame?
You could be a minority
Turn the tides of time and you're on our territory
So come and learn
This is how we cope
Music is our party and rhythm is the dope
Don't tell me shit about your law and history
Step into our world and see our reality
It takes a bit of wrongs to live out our rights
But it ain't no biggie this is HOW WE FIGHT!
From the cradle to the bed
We were all born gold
But the world ain't straight
Bent and torn to fit in the fold
Better hiding in the numbers than be written off dead
I'm a devil I'm an angel I'm a sinner I'm a saint
I'm just trying all I can to survive my game
I was dealt a hand I hate to play
But the Times is a sado-masochistic orgy
We create words
We create minds
We create the Times
We shuffle the deck
And deal it blind.
Who is the master delighting in the pain?
Who is the slave pleasuring in shame?
You could be a minority
Turn the tides of time and you're on our territory
So come and learn
This is how we cope
Music is our party and rhythm is the dope
Don't tell me shit about your law and history
Step into our world and see our reality
It takes a bit of wrongs to live out our rights
But it ain't no biggie this is HOW WE FIGHT!
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Maybe the disciples told the reincarnation story the opposite way. Humans should be at the bottom of the ten worlds, and you progress up to poultry when you are enlightened enough to realize how fleeting life is. And you give your life to those of lower understanding than you so they have a living chance. So every time you partake a meal, whatever your struggle, remember someone who was there before you, saw it to the other side of the tunnel and decide to give himself to you so you can live another day.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Come
Come
To the north to the south to the east to the west
I'm roaming the world and I'm looking for rest
I'm high on adrenaline and low on faith
Purpose is a meme and flow is a place
While I walk while I run while I sleep while I fly
Where do the enlightened find heaven in their skies
When I shit when I fuck when I'm sick when I'm fly
Freedom is a drug but satisfaction a lie.
Fee-fye-foe-fum
I'm living on an addiction of teenage boy dreams
Stretch the hamstrings bring out the drums
Age is a bitch but I'm not quite done
Take chances make noise believe in the fight
It's all an illusion but it's worth the run
I don't believe in the soul I don't believe in the past
I am who I am under my skin in my blood
To the east to the west to the north to the south
Humanity is a cancer but we're living it proud
Fee fye foe fum
While life says go till death says come.
To the north to the south to the east to the west
I'm roaming the world and I'm looking for rest
I'm high on adrenaline and low on faith
Purpose is a meme and flow is a place
While I walk while I run while I sleep while I fly
Where do the enlightened find heaven in their skies
When I shit when I fuck when I'm sick when I'm fly
Freedom is a drug but satisfaction a lie.
Fee-fye-foe-fum
I'm living on an addiction of teenage boy dreams
Stretch the hamstrings bring out the drums
Age is a bitch but I'm not quite done
Take chances make noise believe in the fight
It's all an illusion but it's worth the run
I don't believe in the soul I don't believe in the past
I am who I am under my skin in my blood
To the east to the west to the north to the south
Humanity is a cancer but we're living it proud
Fee fye foe fum
While life says go till death says come.
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