Compassion Is The Same Way,' Joshua Said. 'That's What The Yeti Knew. He Loved Constantly, Instantly,

The Lovers will drink wine night and day. They will drink until they can tear away the veils of intellect and melt away the layers of shame and modesty. When in Love, body, mind, heart and soul don’t even exist. Become this, fall in Love, and you will not be separated again.

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī

Something tapped me on the shoulder Something whispered, "Come with me," "Leave the world of men behind you, "Come where care may never find you "Come and follow, let me bind you "Where, in that dark, silent sea, "Tempest of the world n'er rages; "There to dream away the ages, "Heedless of Time's turning pages, "Only, come with me." "Who are you?" I asked the phantom, "I am rest from Hate and Pride. "I am friend to king and beggar. "I am Alpha and Omega, "I was councilor to Hagar "But men call me suicide. "I was weary of tide breasting, Weary of the world's behesting, And I lusted for the resting As a lover for his bride. And my soul tugged at its moorings And it whispered, "Set me free. "I am weary of this battle, "Of this world of human cattle, "All this dreary noise and prattle. "This you owe to me." Long I sat and long I pondered, On the life that I had squandered, O'er the paths that I had wandered Never Free. In the shadow panorama Passed life's struggles and its fray. And my soul tugged with new vigor, Huger grew the phantom's figure, As I slowly tugged the trigger, Saw the world fade swift away. Through the fogs old Time came striding, Radiant clouds were 'bout me riding, As my soul when gliding, gliding, From the shadow into day.

The Tempter by Robert E. Howard

Like looking into a mirror!

Normality

One of my best friends called me odd, whimsical, even eccentric at times. He asked me, not to take it the wrong way because I'm special hence I'm allowed to be. I was so flattered but it made me think.

I used to try so hard to be normal. I tried to be like everyone else and failed miserably. Then the coping mechanisms kicked in and I renounced every social convention - everything normal. Don't get me wrong, I never tried to be myself, but I was as different as possible. Looking back now, I was the kangaroo from the kangaroo chronicles and it was fun, it still is.

Schools of therapists tried to teach me the basic skills needed to live a happy life but not my happy life. In their arrogance they tried to mould me into one of those people I detest so so so much. Reflecting on it, it's exactly what I do with my clients. I hate it. What if they just want to be their own version of the kangaroo? Is that who I want to be? The guy living his dreams, travelling the world, trying to take as big a dump on the man and society as possible, but telling other people to adapt? And if so, how much is the right amount?

But the most pressing question is: Did I turn into one of them? I used to live by a rule, I'm not sure who said it, but knowing me, some philosopher. If you find yourself on the side of the majority, stop and reflect. I argue within the system. Just like politicians unable to see, there are different ways of doing things. Ways outside of a capitalistic oppressive society. Instead of fighting me/us on changing the world, I was lulled into their world. I have a decent job, make okay money, study in my free time and shut the fuck up because I'm fed, stressed and all in all happy.

What am I to conclude now? What can I do? What will I do? It remains to be seen. I'll start by being myself some more, even if that means running headfirst into some walls. But most importantly I'll keep using the train. It's just the best way to get around whilst being able to think.

Me, every fucking day even though I'm getting decent grades with not too much effort. :D

It’s great.

Love without desire, or conditions, or limits—a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture the purity in a bottle? Perhaps it is lost to us when we become sexual creatures, and no magic can bring it back.

Lamb - the gospel according to Biff

Aotearoa

Überall war ich schon, doch nichts reicht an dich heran.

Ich vermisse dich, du sanfte, grausame, unzähmbare Schönheit! An diesem Tage mehr, als je zuvor.

Komm zurück zu mir und mach, dass ich wieder fröhlich bin. Öffne mein Herz und lass Wonne heraus. Blute mich aus, so es sein muss.

Wo ist diese Leichtigkeit? Wer hat sie mir genommen?

Ach wie schön ist Panama.

I

don’t think. anymore.

Hey google, remind me to love myself every day.