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this type of betrayal - that of emphasis misplaced
unlocks a closer reality - incomprehensible when faithful eyes attempt to see
and so an exile - although understands even more - his power remains detached with his corpse
there inlies his struggle - merely to exist as the victor of humanity
alone
currently i am in italy, since the 15th ive been from spain to holland, germany, the czech republic, hungary... eastern europe is the shit. for you abi, i left my ipod in budapest. and besides that i got my towel stollen at a turkish bath. from the whole year, thats the most ive lost and they happend within two days. both my fault. im not upset in the least. now i can hear the true sounds of the cities, the romantic prolonged stresses of italian tongues mixed with vespa carborators... and dry off with a t-shirt. im not going to die.
ive been working on this theory. the human condition is struggle. and because americans become imbeded with this materialistic/capitalistic/consumeristic desire that is so detached from the true human condition - or maybe just a transfer, all their time is spent attempting to achieve these "things". and these things actually do not have any value, they are not what makes a happiness or good. in fact, attaining all these things that one ever "wanted" (which was most likely an imposed desire as a result of marketing- even something like a college education)only further detaches one from struggle. and so man then creates his own struggle - whether its depression or adultury or what have you.
it is only when one lives as a natural human or sees that reality of life that he can shed the detachment. i met a girl who spent the last 7 months of her life in ethiopia and just to comprehend that bareness and the beauty in that bareness. something that i know i have not seen but can see in her eyes as just this craddle of life. it is humanity and we miss it everyday in our western world.
so thats about as much as i can get across via live journal.
okay and more random, a beautiful long quote from milan kundera - the unbearable lightness of being
if every second of our lives recurs an infinite number of times, we are nailed to eternity as Jesus Christ was nailed to the cross. it is a terrifying prospect. in the world of eternal return the weight of unbearable responsibility lies heavy on every move we make. this is why Nietzsche called the idea of eternal return the heaviest of burdens (das schwerste Gewicht).
if eternal return is the heaviest of burdens, then our lives can stand out against it in all their splendid lightness.
but is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid?
the heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. but in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weigned down by the mans body. the heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of lifes mos tintense fulfilment. the heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.
conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.
what then shall we shall we choose? weight or lightness?
Parmenides posed this very question in the sixth century before Christ. he saw the world divided into pairs of opposites light/darkness, fineness/coarseness, warmth/cold, being/non-being. one half of the opposition he called positive (light, fineness, warmth, being), the other negative. we might find this division into positive and negative poles childishly simple except for one difficulty: which one is positive, weight or lightness?
parmenides responded: lightness is positive, weight negative.
was he correct or not? that is the question. the only certainty is: the lightness/weight opposition is the most mysterious, most ambiguous of all.
have good day my loves, go out and live.
unlocks a closer reality - incomprehensible when faithful eyes attempt to see
and so an exile - although understands even more - his power remains detached with his corpse
there inlies his struggle - merely to exist as the victor of humanity
alone
currently i am in italy, since the 15th ive been from spain to holland, germany, the czech republic, hungary... eastern europe is the shit. for you abi, i left my ipod in budapest. and besides that i got my towel stollen at a turkish bath. from the whole year, thats the most ive lost and they happend within two days. both my fault. im not upset in the least. now i can hear the true sounds of the cities, the romantic prolonged stresses of italian tongues mixed with vespa carborators... and dry off with a t-shirt. im not going to die.
ive been working on this theory. the human condition is struggle. and because americans become imbeded with this materialistic/capitalistic/consumeristic desire that is so detached from the true human condition - or maybe just a transfer, all their time is spent attempting to achieve these "things". and these things actually do not have any value, they are not what makes a happiness or good. in fact, attaining all these things that one ever "wanted" (which was most likely an imposed desire as a result of marketing- even something like a college education)only further detaches one from struggle. and so man then creates his own struggle - whether its depression or adultury or what have you.
it is only when one lives as a natural human or sees that reality of life that he can shed the detachment. i met a girl who spent the last 7 months of her life in ethiopia and just to comprehend that bareness and the beauty in that bareness. something that i know i have not seen but can see in her eyes as just this craddle of life. it is humanity and we miss it everyday in our western world.
so thats about as much as i can get across via live journal.
okay and more random, a beautiful long quote from milan kundera - the unbearable lightness of being
if every second of our lives recurs an infinite number of times, we are nailed to eternity as Jesus Christ was nailed to the cross. it is a terrifying prospect. in the world of eternal return the weight of unbearable responsibility lies heavy on every move we make. this is why Nietzsche called the idea of eternal return the heaviest of burdens (das schwerste Gewicht).
if eternal return is the heaviest of burdens, then our lives can stand out against it in all their splendid lightness.
but is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid?
the heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. but in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weigned down by the mans body. the heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of lifes mos tintense fulfilment. the heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.
conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.
what then shall we shall we choose? weight or lightness?
Parmenides posed this very question in the sixth century before Christ. he saw the world divided into pairs of opposites light/darkness, fineness/coarseness, warmth/cold, being/non-being. one half of the opposition he called positive (light, fineness, warmth, being), the other negative. we might find this division into positive and negative poles childishly simple except for one difficulty: which one is positive, weight or lightness?
parmenides responded: lightness is positive, weight negative.
was he correct or not? that is the question. the only certainty is: the lightness/weight opposition is the most mysterious, most ambiguous of all.
have good day my loves, go out and live.