Was die Erde braucht, ist eine Menschheit, die sie nicht länger als Supermarkt, sondern als Heimat betrachtet.

Y. Arthus-Bertrand

how it feels sometimes

found an interessting passage in a book:

"sometimes i hate people because they can't see where i am. i've gone empty, completely empty and all they see is the visual form; my arms and legs, my face, my height and posture, the sounds that come from my throat. but i'm fucking empty. the person i was just one year ago no longer exists; drifts spinning slowly into the ether somewhere way back there. i'm a xerox of my former self. i can't abstract my own dying any longer. i am a stranger to others and to myself and i refuse to pretend that i am familiar or that i have history attached to my heels. i am glass, clear empty glass. i see the world spinning behind and through me. i see casualness and mundane effects of gesture made by constant populations. i look familiar but i am a complete stranger being mistaken for my former selves. i am a stranger and i am moving. i am moving on two legs soon to be on all fours. i am no longer animal vegetable or mineral. i am no longer made of curcuits or disks. i am no longer coded and deciphered. i am all emptiness and futility. i am an empty stranger, a carbon copy of my form. i can no longer find what i'm looking for outside of myself. it doesn't exist out there. maybe it's only in here, inside my head. but my head is glass and my eyes have stopped being cameras, the tape has run out and nobody's words can touch me. no gesture can touch me. i've been dropped into all this from another world and i can't speak your language any longer. see the signs i try to make with my hands and fingers. see the vague movements of my lips among the sheets. i'm a blank spot in a hectic civilization. i'm a dark smudge in the air that dissipates without notice. i feel like a wondow, maybe a broken window. i am a glass human. i am a glass human disappearing in rain. i am standing among all of you waving my invisible arms and hands. i am shouting my invisible words. i am getting so weary. i am growing tired. i am waving to you from here. i am crawling around looking for the aperture of complete and final emptiness. i am vibrating in isolation among you. i am screaming but it comes out like pieces of clear ice. i am signaling that the volume of all this is too high. i am waving. i am waving my hands. i am disappearing. i am disappearing but not fast enough."

from "memories that smell like gasoline" by david wojnarowicz

erich fried

"du ungeliebte zeit

von dieser unzeit, in der wir leben müssen. und doch
sie ist unsere einzige zeit
unsere lebenszeit.
und wenn wir das leben lieben
können wir nicht ganz lieblos
gegen diese unsere zeit sein
wir müssen sie ja nicht genaus so lassen,
wie sie uns traf."

self

"Three things are extremely hard: steel, a diamond, and to know one's self."
Benjamin Franklin

disobedience

Disobedience, in the eyes of any one who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, though disobedience and through rebellion. Sometimes the poor are praised for being thrifty. But to recommend thrift to the poor is both groteseque and insulting. It is like advising a starving man to eat less.. Oscar Wilde

science

In der Wissenschaft gleichen wir alle nur den Kindern, die am Rande des Wissens hie und da einen Kiesel aufheben, während sich der weite Ozean des Unbekannten vor unseren Augen erstreckt.
In science we all resemble children, who now and then pick up pebbles on the edge of knowledge , while the wide ocean of the unknown stretches before our eyes.
Isaac Newton

and it needs work

happiness is not a destination. it is a method of life.
burton hills, author

god

from Gus Ferguson:
I believe that God
encrypted the universe
for fear of hackers.