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'Help Desk' by xkcd.com

Your Secrets

To step out of your cradle is like coming down

I just had somebody tell me I was introspective to a fault

I'll be a doozer if I can

But I will contented be right now if we could keep our secret

You could tell me all your secrets

All you ever do is run and hide

You can keep it inside

If you tell me all your secrets

All I have to do is let it ride

I can keep it inside

But if it's as it seems, and I keep having dreams

About the two of us, then it's obvious

You should stop treating me like I was just a child

You should start treating me like I was just the same as you.

To step out of your cradle is like coming down

I just had somebody tell me I was introspective to a fault

I'll be a doozer if I can

But I will contented be right now if we could keep our secret

We could be a little closer
The mystery you're trying to preserve
You don't need in reserve
We should be a little closer
Intimacy has the greater charm
And it would do no harm
To give a little way, oh please stop holding sway
You could even read me your poetry!
If you would stop treating me like I was just a child
You should start realising that I'm just as wild as you

Stop treating me like I was just a child

Scene from 'Flirt' (Dir. by Hal Hartley)

Vertigo, the desire to fall, the intoxication of the weak

Anyone whose goal is "something higher" must expect some day to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? Then why do we feel it even when the observation tower comes equipped with a sturdy handrail? No, vertigo is something other than the fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.

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We might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. Aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. He is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down.

Galaxy Collisions

I found out in a Discovery or NatGeo show that galaxies can collide. Astronomers actually became aware of that from looking at pictures from Hubble. Anyway, I found this cool YouTube video simulating galaxy collisions.

Fear of dreams

She looked at him with love in her eyes, but she feared the night ahead, feared her dreams. Her life was split. Both day and night were competing for her.

Laws of Beauty (from 'The Unbearable Lightness...')

Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.

Last night's dream: The bubble civilization and the chaos

So I had this dream that somehow most people in the world were excruciatingly poor. I was one of them. We were in like a school-like looking like place. Inside it was all dirty with garbage and human matter, like fluids, and all sorts of nastiness. A lot of people were stuck in there. Somehow people couldnt really be outside. I snuck into some building leaving my family behind. I think my grandma was the last one to let me go, well she sent me off or something.

I tried to look like I belonged in this building and then I got stopped by the "doorguy" who looked like one of those people that are in the elevators pressing buttons for you. Well he had that uniform I mean. Somehow this odd version of my name was written in his book for one of the apartments I guess. I was like see? my name is there! It looked something like Sang Cadend I dunno something like that. I was like close enough, they must have messed it up. I was like how does he know it's really me? But I didn't care to wonder much and I escaped quickly before I could somehow get caught. Then I went to the elevator which like didnt go up and down but instead it was a small train. I was like oh ok so this is like a building that has mini buildings inside or something like that. Inside the train I found K. She was all happyiesh and talking about nonsense and I wondered how she could be so happy after all the horrible things that were happening right outside. She seemed to be concerned with clothes and all sorts of materialistic stupid things. I didn't want to keep talking to her. I thought she had become a waste. 

I think I knew I was supposed to find this apartment and somehow bring my family and maybe others into it. 

It was an overall sad dream though because of all the things people were having to deal with. A lot of discomfort and poverty. It was as if it had become extremely difficult to maintain a comfortable status, I guess as if maybe there wasn't enough space, and resources to keep living comfortably so it had somehow been decided that only certain priviledged people would be able to live this way, and they were like in their priviledged bubble, with a government and a proper system, a lot of space, good clean environments, etc etc. Since there were too many people in the world it wouldn't be possible to keep such comforts if they're all together, so a great portion of the world had been shunned to live outside the bubble and in a waste-ridden world with only the leftover chaos caused by previous civilizations and still being perpetrated by the bubble one. Me and my family just wanted in. I dunno if my mind cared about saving the others. I don't think I thought about that. The instinct for survival rests only on oneself and those closest to us I guess. But as I look back on this dream, that seems very possible. And it can sort of be thought that way now, since developed countries kinda shun outsiders from getting in the "bubble" and they are also utilizing the resources of the whole world, and there continues to be overpopulation. I dont mean to point fingers at the developed countries thou. I don't think it's their fault. I think they just got leaders who are smarter about how to deal and organize resources, and also probably a lot less corrupt. But yea, this dream is very very interesting and akin to real life.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

If eternal return is the heaviest of burdens, then our lives can stand out against it in all their splendid lightness.
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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.

Rudeness, a virtue

One will see that I would not like to see rudeness undervalued, it is the most humane form of contradiction by far and, in the midst of modern tendermindedness, one of our foremost virtues.

The Opposite of a Décadent

And in what does one really recognize that someone has turned out well! In that a human being who has turned out well does our senses good: that he is carved out of wood at once hard, delicate and sweet-smelling. He has a taste only for what is beneficial to him; his pleasure, his joy ceases where the measure of what is beneficial is overstepped. He divines cures for injuries, he employs ill chances to his own advantage; what does not kill him makes him stronger. Out of everything he sees, hears, experiences he instinctively collects together his sum: he is a principle of selection, he rejects much. He is always in his company, whether he traffics with books, people or landscapes: he does honour when he chooses, when he admits, when he trusts. He reacts slowly to every kind of stimulus, with that slowness which a protracted caution and a willed pride have bread in him - he tests an approaching stimulus, he is far from going out to meet it. He believes in neither 'misfortune' nor in 'guilt': he knows how to forget - he is strong enough for everything to have to turn out for the best for him. Very well, I am the opposite of a décadent: for I have just described myself.

The Importance of Belief

You are my believers: but of what importance are all believers?
You had not yet sought yourselves when you found me. Thus, do all believers; therefore all belief is of so little account.
Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will I return to you...

Truth

How much truth can a spirit bear,
how much truth can a spirit dare?

Another Sunny Day

Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden

You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon

I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border

It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees

Another rainy day, we're trapped inside with a train set

Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met

You've got the attic window looking out on the cathedral

And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk

Another day in June, we'll pick eleven for football

We're playing for our lives the referee gives us fuck all

I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines

Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds

Now everybody's gone you picked me up for a long drive

We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight

We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula

We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill

That crazy avenue of trees, I'm living there still

There's something in my eye a little midge so beguiling

Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye

I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear

You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn't complain

You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again

The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling?

I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling

And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever

So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart

Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart

I'd rather be hated for who I am,

...than loved for what I'm not"

                                            --A. Lin