segunda-feira, setembro 24, 2007
That... is me.
And that... is not me.
Not being me, brings up a crazy wish that it would be me.
Being me, brings an URGE of not being me.
That creates a flux that oscillates between being and not being. It's turbulent. Chaotic.
Not being, makes me feel like willing to dominate. A conflict, ethics vs. desires. Divide and conquer, that's the feeling. The sense of loss dominates.
Being, brings boredom. Feeling at ease. Not challenging. Sleepy. Inertia.
Working hard ? Should that settle it ? Dunno. The strategy i have always used is avoiding the thoughts, though when i can't supress casuality, there's little i can do to avoid thinking.
Haspásio said: "For a tree to grow to the skies, it must leave its roots to another."
Nietzsche said: "The tree that would grow to heaven must send its roots to hell"
Two visions about one thing. I'm with Nietzsche, for now.
