Developing a passion for yourself is possibly a key to living and living well. Take for instance a person learning to become a doctor because they want to help others and of course there is the perk of accumulating wealth. Students becoming doctors because of the idea that all doctors are wealthy is hardly a benefit to society. This can lay claim on most professions that have the title of wealth. Being or doing something that they are not passionate about can have a effect on the social surrounding.
I am not saying don't be something you're not, just develop some type of passion for it. That's a modest way of saying what's wrong with capitalism. I'm sure everyone has experienced a job they don't like. You will live and enjoy life better in the long run if you have a passion.
In my view, it's why people don't give a shit any more, lack of it.
Idealizing the dollar in worth of values is wrong. With better morals we can live life better, just one step at a time.
Rule # 1 don't talk about fight club
Rule # 2 you do not talk about fight club
Rule # 3 develop a passion for fighting to live with passion.
21.9.08
19.9.08
Human, All to human - 24 - (earth)
man seeking LTR commitment to self.
ME: a modest "I", passionate on actuating self and learning, prestigious socratic supernatural athlete of the mind and body. seeking and finding truth in a prelude to infinite ohm of elegant blank oceans with grey misty horizons.
YOU: must be a derivative of prime love, derived from 1 and it self. Autonomously aware of consciousness.
Significant things of interest that we will do :
we will whisper secrets about grand illusions, will of "I", escape from mindless self indulgences and to commit altruistic deeds done dirt cheap.
Deal Breakers : overdosed and drowsy capitalist- with lack of awareness and passion for the minds eye. Bonded to endless corpulent desire of consumption.
ME: a modest "I", passionate on actuating self and learning, prestigious socratic supernatural athlete of the mind and body. seeking and finding truth in a prelude to infinite ohm of elegant blank oceans with grey misty horizons.
YOU: must be a derivative of prime love, derived from 1 and it self. Autonomously aware of consciousness.
Significant things of interest that we will do :
we will whisper secrets about grand illusions, will of "I", escape from mindless self indulgences and to commit altruistic deeds done dirt cheap.
Deal Breakers : overdosed and drowsy capitalist- with lack of awareness and passion for the minds eye. Bonded to endless corpulent desire of consumption.
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18.9.08
Übermensch
“ O man, take care!
What does the deep midnight declare?
"I was asleep—
From a deep dream I woke and swear:—
The world is deep,
Deeper than day had been aware.
Deep is its woe—
Joy—deeper yet than agony:
Woe implores: Go!
But all joy wants eternity—
Wants deep, wants deep eternity." ”
What does the deep midnight declare?
"I was asleep—
From a deep dream I woke and swear:—
The world is deep,
Deeper than day had been aware.
Deep is its woe—
Joy—deeper yet than agony:
Woe implores: Go!
But all joy wants eternity—
Wants deep, wants deep eternity." ”
9.9.08
It's still you.
"We seek other conditions because we know not how to enjoy our own; and go outside of ourselves for want of knowing what it is like inside of us. So it is no use raising ourselves on stilts, for even on stilts we have to walk on our own legs and sitting on our behind" -MONTAIGNE
7.9.08
Journal Entry - Re: Phone pix
As far as writing in my web journal, I don't know what really the actual context should be. Insights on postmodernism (sp?)
I don't think that many people will be interested in my works. In reality, I'm not a writer, but I feel as though some may be interested. If you are reading this web log, (I can imagine your expression- your cringe because of each cluster of pixels which are improperly placed.) leave a comment on some of my work or leave a pusillanimous comment.
A picture took on evil apple phone. Took sometime this summer, at some shop in Kailua. Above Eunice is in this photo digging through her bag while Kristen was in the dressing room.
I thought the angle was so cliche, I had to post it.
Kristen took me to a Symphony- Brahms. constructed. You can hear trickles of peach tea heart break, which overtime become patterns of harden icicles. The compositions are amazing, if you have not heard him and his sonatas, youtube or there is always piratebay. If you're browsing classical check out Rachmaninoff, his piano is sublime symmetry. Rachmaninov is Effing genius!
I don't think that many people will be interested in my works. In reality, I'm not a writer, but I feel as though some may be interested. If you are reading this web log, (I can imagine your expression- your cringe because of each cluster of pixels which are improperly placed.) leave a comment on some of my work or leave a pusillanimous comment.
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| From iPhone |
A picture took on evil apple phone. Took sometime this summer, at some shop in Kailua. Above Eunice is in this photo digging through her bag while Kristen was in the dressing room.
I thought the angle was so cliche, I had to post it.
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| From iPhone |
Kristen took me to a Symphony- Brahms. constructed. You can hear trickles of peach tea heart break, which overtime become patterns of harden icicles. The compositions are amazing, if you have not heard him and his sonatas, youtube or there is always piratebay. If you're browsing classical check out Rachmaninoff, his piano is sublime symmetry. Rachmaninov is Effing genius!
4.9.08
Wake of nothing.
I am tasting a wine with to much tannin, thinking about the taste. My thoughts wonder to how simple we are- Complex- but simple. Watching the people in populated SLC airport. As I write in my moleskin.
What is life with no meaning? Life of control gives us meaning - a meaning to live. Our brains are complex structures but we are simpletons, zealots of the new American Reich. Controlled by a complex system of capitalism, kill or be killed is our mudus--divide and conquer--live and let die.
I want something great I want to be free of control. Pledging my allegiance when I didn't even understand the concept of allegiance. My allegiance is with reason, and with free thinkers. I have flaws I have greed I have qualities that I think are plagued and diseased. I want to think that our leaders of today don't have the same qualities that I have. That is possibly our weakness--- not being able to acknowledge our faults, so that we could fix them. It's a weakness and weakness must be suppressed. When I analyse, I always ask why... what is the root... questions Why is it like this?
With language I communicate packets of information to another, I write on a new slate or harddrive that can never be formatted to blank version, just upgraded to v. 3.0. Same old universe just arranged differently. These are just concepts. Concepts of the wake of time moving in a constant that isn't quite.
If time is a wave or simple constant I am on a crest of a wave waiting for the infinite shore line of nothing.
-Postmodern Tool
What is life with no meaning? Life of control gives us meaning - a meaning to live. Our brains are complex structures but we are simpletons, zealots of the new American Reich. Controlled by a complex system of capitalism, kill or be killed is our mudus--divide and conquer--live and let die.
I want something great I want to be free of control. Pledging my allegiance when I didn't even understand the concept of allegiance. My allegiance is with reason, and with free thinkers. I have flaws I have greed I have qualities that I think are plagued and diseased. I want to think that our leaders of today don't have the same qualities that I have. That is possibly our weakness--- not being able to acknowledge our faults, so that we could fix them. It's a weakness and weakness must be suppressed. When I analyse, I always ask why... what is the root... questions Why is it like this?
With language I communicate packets of information to another, I write on a new slate or harddrive that can never be formatted to blank version, just upgraded to v. 3.0. Same old universe just arranged differently. These are just concepts. Concepts of the wake of time moving in a constant that isn't quite.
If time is a wave or simple constant I am on a crest of a wave waiting for the infinite shore line of nothing.
-Postmodern Tool
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