Freitag, September 29, 2006

a puppet's tale

Puppets can't change their facial expression; they're made this or that way for all eternity. Maybe that's what make puppets special: they must be that which they are and cannot be anything else. You can change their clothes, pretty clothes, ugly clothes, party clothes and so on, but you'll never make the puppet in the picture happy. She is the incarnation of melancholy, and she will be just that till she is burned on a pile of waste. Maybe she is allready destroyed and the picture is all that's left of her... I think she is pretty, because you see (or get the impression) that she has tasted life. It's like she has lived more than the average human being.

Mittwoch, September 27, 2006

The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch

If the map is not the territory, the pot is not the potter.

Philip K. Dick


Samstag, September 02, 2006

Weakened by Society

Why do we pity people? Why do we feel sorry for our friends or for ourselves? Why can't we just accept the truth about the human situation and get over it. Why can't we get over ourselves? At the end, we can only be what we are. Why not accept that which we are? Do not ask for tears or sympathy... Some quotations in this line of thought:

"I must be that which I am." (VNV Nation)

"Every creature is happiest where it can be itself." (Sherri S. Tepper)

I think most human beings would be able to accept oneself without society. It are the demands of society that makes us think we have to adapt, become something else. In leaving our true self, we become part of a greater whole, a stronger whole, a safer whole, but at the cost of what we really are: egocentric, psychotic, but potentially happy creatures. Society makes the human race a strong one, but weakens the individuals in it. We are not allowed to be egocentric or psychotic - the way we all were born - and therefor the road to happiness is a really messy one.

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Freitag, September 01, 2006

Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Dylan Thomas