I didn’t wish for this mirror, but it was bound to happen. When it started to reflect, world was already set up and running. No one asked for anyone’s consensus. There was only that unspoken expectation, an undercurrent imbued in each and every human activity that tried to shape and polish the mirror’s surface, “You either play this game we inherited from our ancestors, no matter how stupid it is or which side of barricade you are on, or you may as well die for spoiling the fun of slowly killing each other in many, many fanciful ways.” … and humanity still thinks it can invent a better universe.
Surrender, let go;
No one can attune to Tao.
Make it align you.
For those of you who read Quartet Party — in the original text, I incorrectly assumed that Dittersdorf was of aristocratic origin. In reality he was a son of a military (and later theatrical) tailor from Vienna and became baron only later in his life thanks to his musical prowess. Now his formal decompositions make even more sense … and as you may have noticed also a clear pattern emerged.
There’s nothing like lived experience. Especially if it’s a child’s play. The make-believe and pretend kind of stuff. The world of words; labyrinth of emotions; the pressure of inevitable. How surreal; how weird; how sobering. It makes me feel my shining heart pounding few feet in front of me.
What is sacrifice?
Right as you reach the sweet spot,
It does not matter.
The universe operates in opposites. Interaction always has two sides of a coin. Even if the attraction is given only by the relative power of participants.
Yin and yang. Darkness and light. Heat and cold. Attractor and attracted. What is an unequal relationship? There are known equally matched attractors who are attracted to each other. What is the attribute that matters? Gravity? Temperature? Presence of photons? Ideas?
Similarly, any organism, can cast mark on its perceptions of phenomena. Good and bad. And it’s a chicken and egg situation — one must be at all times aware that both develop simultaneously.
Our situation is rather obvious.
In the world of dreams;
How far the reflection goes?
That’s the true question.
Vienna, 1784. Age of Enlightenment was at its peak. One year after the signing of Treaty of Paris which officially ended the American Independence War and five years before the French Revolution broke out, this hub in the center of Europe, a place where musicians regularly made their stops while touring the continent, saw a remarkable, almost iconic, event.
Four men joined their forces to create the history, a foreshadowing of the things to come. Despite their vastly different backgrounds, what connected them was their talent, hard work, drive, and love of music.
As an eyewitness recorded in his reminiscences…
Domesticated dogs can keep their instincts in check. Their masters may be the reason why it’s so, but masters don’t do a shit. It’s dogs who do the heavy lifting. — Unknown
In the times of Roman emperor Augustus, roughly thirty years after a brief period of Parthian occupation, a boy was born in Herodian Kingdom of Judea, a province at the eastern outskirts of the budding Roman Empire. Boy’s mother was barely a woman in her mid teens while his adoptive father was an established craftsman in the field of house construction. …
Emotions, those gut wrenching premonitions of burning fulfillments, excite ideas instantly vocalized at least internally. Flashes of thoughts stir the emotions in turn. Body feels what body thinks, and vice versa.
A spinning wheel has to be grasped at some point if you want it to stop before it runs out of inertia.
If you start with an idea, know its criticism as well as the criticism of the criticism, and so on. Following that chain ad infinitum is fruitless, but don’t omit history, biology, or physics.
If you start with an emotion, you have to recollect. Don’t ignore and dwell on happiness and pain. And that’s about it.
The end of the universe awaits.
Everyone and everything relates. Some interactions have an inherent direction defined by antipoles. Some are just a matter of raw power. There’s only one absolute in this relative world. Change. We have a lot of words that describe it. Death is one such description, birth is another. When does a unit stop being one?
There is but water;
No splash, still the pond ripples.
Droplets in free fall.
It’s absurd. More than surreal. Right now, roughly thousand miles from here, shells are torn to pieces. Scorched bodies are buried under pulverized city. At the same time, not so far away in the same local territory, people joyfully dance around ammunition that will fly toward their enemies in a moment. They lust after their neighbors’ house so much that they have no problems inventing imaginary excuses to drive their neighbors out of their land, then seize their property, and, if they resist, kill them off claiming self-defense. Beings such as you and me. All of them. And while some…