(This is for Daria. I got your letter. I’ll also reply in paper. But this belonged here.)
Under the skin we are all the same red sh1t, but still we all pretend to be so special, we all pretend to be these beautiful snowflakes, when (if we dared to admit it) we are all just alone.
And in turn this means we all just want a hug, we just want to be loved, but since we can’t we try all sort of dumb stuff, like getting ultra-rich and super-famous and über-sexy and extra-learned, as maybe ways to be loved, and it all backfires monstrously and we get eco-catastrophe, consumerism, plastic surgery and Maffesoli.
The most precious thing in life is the fleeting, vaporous, light moment when we can see the world through the same eyes as someone else, when we are really together, when we share a thin slice of meaning with another person. But the world seems made in a way to spoil and destroy this shared meaning. Read More »
I try to be as clear as i can, so i pick my words very carefully, and exactly because of this i get seen as pedantic, acused of using difficult words. Both if i take more or less care with words people understand me less. BOTH! It’s a trap. So maybe it’s just my problem and people will never understand me after all. But also may be that people do not get each other and all the shouting is just a basic cluelessness being callously impinged on everyone else all the time.
If you know you are going to die, and that will happen rather sooner than later, and that no matter how much you fight and strive, your impact in the world will never be too much shit, then things do not matter too much, do they? Being aware of it all is maybe a bit dangerous.
But ignorance is not bliss. Even blissful ignorants are not blissful because of their ignorance, they are blissful out of luck, and might become miserable out of bad luck in the future. The risks of awareness are other. »