Category: writing

Acceptance (STATUSQUO)

Blackboard.

Acceptance.

You live so good now.

It cannot be changed.

Although you tried. You tried.

It cannot, it cannot.

You tried to.

You hurted those who loved you. You ended up alone.

No. It cannot be changed.

You deserved it.

You deserved it.

For you weren’t right.

For it couldn’t be changed.

Even though you tried to

It passed.

A bad dream. It was but a bad dream.

Acceptance: It couldn’t be changed, it cannot, be changed.

Now there are people with you.

Who accept you. Who accept you.

As you are.

As you are. As you now are.

How right, your father. How wise, you now recognize the teachers.

Who warned you.

It cannot be changed.

And they accept you at last…

(…)

‘Cause you got a job..

Because you have recognized it.

40 hours. On paper, sure. Actually 55.

You even have a girlfriend, who earns more than you: 1080.

And you cannot afford, to have a child.

And you vote every 4 years, of course you do.

And you still know you’re being lied to, but you are happy, because you have finally accepted it.

Because you have accepted it cannot be changed.

Because they succeeded at changing you.

Sects

Some Fairy.

“Define yourself in three words.”

“Suck my balls.”

For these and other reasons you ended up at DaHouse™

A villa on the outskirts:

—You are a grey Fairy.

—Cool.

—I am a black Fairy.

—Neat.

—The white Fairy is the one who rules this.

—Yummy.

—An acid?

—Only one?

They give you little food. You entered with 240 lbs. You aren’t going to faint!

They also tried to deprieve you from sleep, you told them to fuck off.

—We speak with the dead here.

—We all do?

—What are you talking about!?

—Yes, look. *He takes out his phone and shows WhatsAppPlus™*.

They hurry you:

—Look, you’ve been living here for three weeks now and the white Fairy needs CosmicMoney™.

—Neat, Imma see her.

—Nobody sees the white Fairy!

—Step out of my fucking way.

…

—What a cock you have, Socio.

—Call me TransparentFairy™.

Born Every Minute 05: Poppy Blossom

Raw morphine.

Poppy Blossom.
I cheated, girl:
I didn’t warn you;
This is a one-way trip.

To the eery, to the impossible, to the unreachable.
Fathomless as human soul.

Perfect state of peace,
Even my own death could not disturb me,
For “it”, killed the fear.

I could never imagine such peace;
The world still, quiete,
Every noise a murmur that only wafts.

I only see color, I only smell life.
I don’t know if I am awake or sleeping,
I can live without knowing it, I want, to live without knowing it.

How would I know I am alive? How would I know I did be born?
How would I know what is “Being”?
Now it only matters the peace, the absolute, peace.
I don’t know how much I may have deepened,
But I did erase that blackness.
So it doesn’t matter when it’ll end anymore…

[War Council, Soldier!:
“If you can do it doped; sober you can do it as well or better”].

TS: On the Nature of Love… And of Hatred

The ace of Spades is a common depiction of Hatred.

First off, we are going to recapitulate what Ancient Greeks understood as Love.

1. Eros.

Love born from sexual desire.

2. Agape.

The desire that the loved one will be okay. A kind of a “humanistic love.”

3. Philia

As in a strong relationship, such as true friendship. Charmful and affectionate.

4. Storge

As in intrafamiliar relationship.

So, what is hatred?

I. Envy.

Hatred, as insane as may seem, very could be born out of love. A frustrated, kind of love.

Or straight up perverted, but love at nature.

I define hatred as: Strong feeling of aversion towards something you dislike and which bad you desire.

If you envy someone, you will certainly do anything to hurt them. Speaking about unhealthy envy.

You can see someone doing better than you in any aspect and understand it as a call to improve yourself, and that, far from being wrong, is how it should work.

But, if you have this perverted sense of love that I am talking about on someone, you can… And eventually, will, hurt them.

Sexually. Some people just don’t get “not there, means not there” and will use sexual violence.

Envy. A perversion of love in interpersonal relationships by which, far from promoting the good of the other part, you try your hardest to destroy it…

…Oftentimes groupally.

Family therapy needed. When everybody loves everybody so bad but somehow some, most or all of the family members act terrible.

From The Simpsons TV Series.

On the nature of Evil [Practical Philosophy]

Exempli gratia

1. I define Good as that which Plato identified with Beauty, thus leading to my previous Thesis on

TS | On Aesthetics, Theology and Art
Aesthetics and Aesthetical Judgements

1. ~ I won’t go any further.

2. I do not define Evil. For HELL’s sake, I don’t give a hoot on wether your father used to beat you or you straight up lack of empathy: Just “Do NOT be that much of a bastard”.

Thanks for reading.

TS | On Aesthetics, Theology and Art

By Wassily Kandinsky

Thesis:

The ability to emit Aesthetical Judgements understood as Communion with God and learnable through Art.

Aesthetical Judgements allow the perciever to discriminate elements within Reality on a level other than mere abstraction.

Aesthetics have traditionally been reduced to taste. Understood, through taste.

I say everything is touch.

On an outmost elemental Physical Sphere, everything is touch.

Which is another Aesthetical Judgement.

I dare to state this ability is born within communion with God. A relationship.

If this intimidates you too much, just think of what Plato, who believed in intuition as a way to access Knowledge, would have called Beauty, oder Good.

Now only one aspect is open.

Open wide, in fact; How do you teach this?

Through speech, through acts, through expressing our souls, the true Beauty within the heart of each of us…

Which I define, as Art.