2012-02-19
Digital people
2012-02-04
Whats is the krux?
The krux of humanity is the idea separation. The idea of separation means that people think that they are separated from the things and the people around them.
Because we breath the same air, we are not separated
Because we drink the same water, we are not separated
Because we all eat from the abundance of the earth, we are not separated
Because we feel what others feel, we are not separated
Because we care about the animals, we are not separated
Because we care what others do, we are not separated
Because we suffer when others suffer, we are not separated
Because we feel joy when others feel joy, we are not separated
Because we want safety, warmth, love and compassion, we are not separated
Because we want to be close to each other, we are not separated
Because we dont want to be alone, we are not separated
Because we inhabit the same planet, we are not separated
Because all our fates are intertwined, we are not separated
To be continued...
Because we breath the same air, we are not separated
Because we drink the same water, we are not separated
Because we all eat from the abundance of the earth, we are not separated
Because we feel what others feel, we are not separated
Because we care about the animals, we are not separated
Because we care what others do, we are not separated
Because we suffer when others suffer, we are not separated
Because we feel joy when others feel joy, we are not separated
Because we want safety, warmth, love and compassion, we are not separated
Because we want to be close to each other, we are not separated
Because we dont want to be alone, we are not separated
Because we inhabit the same planet, we are not separated
Because all our fates are intertwined, we are not separated
To be continued...
2012-01-22
Particle systems and photo
2012-01-21
Particle systems
The future of civilisation
We are at unprecedented events. Right now the system of money as a medium of transaction for goods is crumbling all over the world. Something else will take its place, because something else must take its place. A new paradigm of transactions will be born.
2012-01-20
The path of the spirit
The complexity of truth
The problem with saying anything about the truth is that it encompasses everything. To say something about everything, which seem relevant to everything, is not always so easy. Philosophers, theologians, scientists, behaviourists, cult leaders, politicians, multi national companies, everybody wants a piece of the cake, everybody wants to know the truth and tell it to other people. Or at least thats what they often say they want to do. Im more enclined to thinking they just want power and so they lie and lie and lie. Few actually really want to say anything about the truth. But i want to say something about the truth.
Philosophers have their angle on truth. Most of the time they seem to think that the truth can be contained within the normal symbolical language of say English, German, French, Latin or Swedish. They seem to think that if you just think clearly and critical, you will understand what the truth is and then you can scribe it down on a piece of paper and then somebody else comes along and reads it, and then WHAM, they understand it too. I for one, dont believe in that fairytale. The truth is more complicated then that.
One way of at least approaching a complicated version of a story of what the truth entails as it is put into a form, is this way. Truth is the gathered compound of these components: Interpersonal sociality, symbolical intellect, subconsious effects and the spirit world. Nothing can ever be true if it does not encompass the totality of these elements in such a form that it approaches the totality of all that needs to be expressed at the moment. Its foolish to think that you can in one sentence approach this form, irregardless of the subject. If one gleans only a fraction of the truth in any subject, one gleans the truth in all subject in that instance and that fraction of the truth is no longer a fraction, its the totality of the truth. So in practice one cannot glean only a portion of the truth. Truth is a unit and you cant hold one of its bits since it doesnt have bits, it is simply only one body.
Interpersonal sociality means all that which takes place between people at every moment that has ever been as well as the present.
Symbolical intellect means all those formalized words and other symbols which the consiousness for one or the other reason presents itself in the form of so called "thinking".
Subconsious effects means all those things inside us that we dont have control over, every reaction, every feeling, every irrational element that moves within.
The spirit world is the non linear essence of bodiless forces that moves us and that we move at every moment.
Philosophers have their angle on truth. Most of the time they seem to think that the truth can be contained within the normal symbolical language of say English, German, French, Latin or Swedish. They seem to think that if you just think clearly and critical, you will understand what the truth is and then you can scribe it down on a piece of paper and then somebody else comes along and reads it, and then WHAM, they understand it too. I for one, dont believe in that fairytale. The truth is more complicated then that.
One way of at least approaching a complicated version of a story of what the truth entails as it is put into a form, is this way. Truth is the gathered compound of these components: Interpersonal sociality, symbolical intellect, subconsious effects and the spirit world. Nothing can ever be true if it does not encompass the totality of these elements in such a form that it approaches the totality of all that needs to be expressed at the moment. Its foolish to think that you can in one sentence approach this form, irregardless of the subject. If one gleans only a fraction of the truth in any subject, one gleans the truth in all subject in that instance and that fraction of the truth is no longer a fraction, its the totality of the truth. So in practice one cannot glean only a portion of the truth. Truth is a unit and you cant hold one of its bits since it doesnt have bits, it is simply only one body.
Interpersonal sociality means all that which takes place between people at every moment that has ever been as well as the present.
Symbolical intellect means all those formalized words and other symbols which the consiousness for one or the other reason presents itself in the form of so called "thinking".
Subconsious effects means all those things inside us that we dont have control over, every reaction, every feeling, every irrational element that moves within.
The spirit world is the non linear essence of bodiless forces that moves us and that we move at every moment.
Truth as a picture
2012-01-19
2012-01-14
Im trying to find a way
Im trying to find a way to exist
Im trying to find a way out of all the hatred that people spread
Im trying to show people a better way
Im trying to get back to that joyfull movement of the spirit
Im trying to do something that matters to someone
Im trying to show people the structure of their mind
Im trying to help people break free from the idea
Im trying to break free
Im trying to accept even though im not accepted
Im trying to forgive even though i havent been forgiven
Im trying to exist
Just for a little while
Im trying to find a way out of all the hatred that people spread
Im trying to show people a better way
Im trying to get back to that joyfull movement of the spirit
Im trying to do something that matters to someone
Im trying to show people the structure of their mind
Im trying to help people break free from the idea
Im trying to break free
Im trying to accept even though im not accepted
Im trying to forgive even though i havent been forgiven
Im trying to exist
Just for a little while
2012-01-06
Core
There is a man in white. He brings questions and green flowing liquid. From the walls a kind of buzzing sound, inumerable positions is taken by unnamable energetic particles. Sanitary sanity is cleaned away. The floorboards heave and almost touches the ceiling. A blinding flash and its all over. Yet again darkness all around. Somebody is lying down but just now getting up. Somebody is looking around, only ashes below and black sky above, in the distance fires burn. Soon trees covered in burned skin is visible as this somebody treks across the dry ash. The somebody enters one of those trees. Its evident that they contain some kind of wisdom, but yet that wisdom is not contained in the trees, its only accesible through them. In those trees godlike power flows in an ever steady stream. I think that somebody might be me. I turn that gaze inward, that gaze that sees somebody and it looks like me. Yet i exist beyond and above myself. I feel the need to run and the flesh is stripped from my bones as i run, the friction of the air bulls apart every muscle and every tendon. I catch fire, but i dont stop. Now im simply the bones within my flesh. At this pace i must crash, i cant even stop myself as i travel ten miles in one second. When finally i come to a stop, even my bones has turned into ash, only that blinding fire is left. All of my body, consumed in that flame and added to the ash on the ground.
My body is regenerated. Hard things grow in my eyesockets and soon i can see dimly. I move my arm and see tendons and muscle tissue being regenerated to cover that thinn skeleton arm. I rise and see a low stone wall. Beyond it a lush green kingdom. Old forgotten buildings of stone, clearly not made by any civilsation i know. Huge blocks of stone, perfectly cut. Though some are withered, many are yet perfect. I walk slowly across a bridge. Seven metres down i see a wild current and dense green folliage on the sides. I sit down in a clearing. I see no animals, yet i know they are there, i just cant tell what kind. Maybe they are not to be called animals since that refer to earth, and right now i have no idea where i am. I am quite sure this place have little to do with the earth, my home planet. Or now im talking about the person i used to be, i used to call earth home. Now im not even sure im the same person any more, and it feels like it doesnt matter. I see someone coming closer. Its a squid man in a black robe. His head looks like a squid but the body sort of looks like a human. He is not afraid of me, and i have no reason to fear him. He comes closer. Really close. He stops inches from my face as i rise from my meditation. He is not breathing. He examines my face and then he walks off, not in a hurry, but not slowly.
Where am i? Why did i come here? Those questions fall away quickly. I know. This time i have the answers, like so many other times. I came here because i just wouldnt give up the search. Not the search for enlightenment that i already found. But the search for a place, some place. Some place like this? No. Maybe i was looking for my home, maybe i was looking for my people. Im not saying that squid guy is part of that people. Hes probably just some unrelated guy, maybe he has a great purpose, maybe not. Maybe he just walks around here and have done so for a couple of billion years. And yet, maybe i was not looking for my home, maybe i was just looking for places and found this place. Its time to move. I have been here for days i think, i ate some fruit and drank from that water. I climbed down that steep slope. Im strong, and smart so i made up my plan for how to climb it carefully, just like how i always survived, i saw the way in advance. What do i know? Should i enter some of those buildings to have a look inside? Maybe i find something fun like a drum, or maybe i find one more piece of my evergrowing puzzle. Or maybe i get killed by a falling rock or something else while i search, but so what i cant just stay here im getting bored. So i move to the right.
I walk for a while down a street. There are cobbletones but it looks like the ground changed, its sort of waves in the street where stones have heaved and others sank. The difference is about a foot or so in height. The street is between two and four metres wide. I come to some sort of cellar that looks interesting. On the other side of the street there is a manor house with a garden. The plants inside have even grown above the high wall encirling the manor. I can enter either of these places and easily find them both because of the size of the manor. I walk the steps down to the cellar door. Its a heavy wooden door. I try to identify the kind of wood. Its very strange the rings in the wood have a wide spacing, yet its very hard. There is a large handle, a rusty iron ring. Doesnt seem to be any lock on the door so i try opening it outwards, dont work so i push inwards and it opens.
Suddenly i see myself standing in the opening of that door, as if i see from someoneelses point of wiev, somebody that is inside that cellar, looking at me. And then my vision flips back again and i see through the eyes i have become to sort of call "mine" even though its really not. I need light to see inside. There is probably somebody inside. Maybe that one want to sing a song or talk about how they prefer to live their life. I sort of want to hold my hand out and let it glow, so i do that. Its a small rectangular room. I need to bend my back to get my six feet of body inside. In there i find some kind of backpack, as if somebody placed it there for me to find. Either way i pick it up and heave it unto my back. Its light, only a couple of pounds. There is a small door, only three feet high on the opposite wall. Thats not for me. Or maybe. No i want to go to the manor. I close the door and go across the street to the gate of the manor. There is a big chain around it. I try tareing it apart and i try just melting it with my hand. It doesnt work so i climb the wall at a place where there arent too much plants in the way. As i land on the other side, this place sort of looks like a world of its own. Fist sized insects gather nectar and a hedgehog walks slowly across the lawn. I see someone in one of the windows in the house, a woman. She is wearing white and has black hair. She pulls down the curtain as she sees me. She didnt seem afraid or anything, she just didnt want to look at me or what? Maybe i can talk to the hedgehog. I try. It lights a cigarette and starts talking about how he smuggled booze in the thirties. I tell him its sort of odd that a hedgehog can speak. He counters and says its sort of unusual to get people like me here. He tells me im a shifter. I want to know more about myself, but he just sighs and walks off, slowly. I dont want to bug him too much so just forget about him.
Next to me is a big beautiful tree. It has big, bright green leafes just like in May. I pick one of those leaves off and it dries in my hand. I roll it and stuf it with tobacco from my backpack. I also notice a bottle of wine and a huge knife in my backpack. I pick that bottle of wine out and as i look at it, it shifts colors, from white whine to red whine and then back again. I put it back as i sit down on the lawn and smoke my cigarette. The hedgehog returns and gets down beside me. He brought a book. Its old, worn and leatherbound. He flips to a page with me painted on the upper third of the page. Below is a description of me, at least if the hedghog is telling me the truth, since its an a very strange language. The script keeps flowing, changing. Even the symbols the selves seem contingent. I ask him to tell me about myself. He puts on a pair of glasses and starts reading:
Actually says here you where born in the wrong place and the wrong time. I mean you are not dysfunctional or anything, you are the way you are ment to be, only you ended up on earth in 1980 and thats not right. Or well thats how i intepret this, the hedgehog points to the open page with me on it and then he continues. Well another interpretation, one thats a bit more shall we say "challenging" in many ways, is that you are born in the right time and place. According to this interpretation your suffering and the absolute impossibility for you to fit in, is ment that way. Even the fact that you just cant keep doing the boring things people normally do, even that was ment. In this interpretation you are like a piece of another puzzle that havent even been made yet. I raise an eyebrow at the hedgehog, he looks at me but continues. Yes of course, the future is in flux and probabilities maybe is not the truth, meaning there is a theoretical chance of you actually fitting in. I dont even know what kind of place that is, it probably doesnt exist at all what do i know im just a hedgehog.
I shift my weight from one side to the other and put out my cigarette. Then i make a serious face and look at the hedgehog. What then, what sort of place would that place be like?
My body is regenerated. Hard things grow in my eyesockets and soon i can see dimly. I move my arm and see tendons and muscle tissue being regenerated to cover that thinn skeleton arm. I rise and see a low stone wall. Beyond it a lush green kingdom. Old forgotten buildings of stone, clearly not made by any civilsation i know. Huge blocks of stone, perfectly cut. Though some are withered, many are yet perfect. I walk slowly across a bridge. Seven metres down i see a wild current and dense green folliage on the sides. I sit down in a clearing. I see no animals, yet i know they are there, i just cant tell what kind. Maybe they are not to be called animals since that refer to earth, and right now i have no idea where i am. I am quite sure this place have little to do with the earth, my home planet. Or now im talking about the person i used to be, i used to call earth home. Now im not even sure im the same person any more, and it feels like it doesnt matter. I see someone coming closer. Its a squid man in a black robe. His head looks like a squid but the body sort of looks like a human. He is not afraid of me, and i have no reason to fear him. He comes closer. Really close. He stops inches from my face as i rise from my meditation. He is not breathing. He examines my face and then he walks off, not in a hurry, but not slowly.
Where am i? Why did i come here? Those questions fall away quickly. I know. This time i have the answers, like so many other times. I came here because i just wouldnt give up the search. Not the search for enlightenment that i already found. But the search for a place, some place. Some place like this? No. Maybe i was looking for my home, maybe i was looking for my people. Im not saying that squid guy is part of that people. Hes probably just some unrelated guy, maybe he has a great purpose, maybe not. Maybe he just walks around here and have done so for a couple of billion years. And yet, maybe i was not looking for my home, maybe i was just looking for places and found this place. Its time to move. I have been here for days i think, i ate some fruit and drank from that water. I climbed down that steep slope. Im strong, and smart so i made up my plan for how to climb it carefully, just like how i always survived, i saw the way in advance. What do i know? Should i enter some of those buildings to have a look inside? Maybe i find something fun like a drum, or maybe i find one more piece of my evergrowing puzzle. Or maybe i get killed by a falling rock or something else while i search, but so what i cant just stay here im getting bored. So i move to the right.
I walk for a while down a street. There are cobbletones but it looks like the ground changed, its sort of waves in the street where stones have heaved and others sank. The difference is about a foot or so in height. The street is between two and four metres wide. I come to some sort of cellar that looks interesting. On the other side of the street there is a manor house with a garden. The plants inside have even grown above the high wall encirling the manor. I can enter either of these places and easily find them both because of the size of the manor. I walk the steps down to the cellar door. Its a heavy wooden door. I try to identify the kind of wood. Its very strange the rings in the wood have a wide spacing, yet its very hard. There is a large handle, a rusty iron ring. Doesnt seem to be any lock on the door so i try opening it outwards, dont work so i push inwards and it opens.
Suddenly i see myself standing in the opening of that door, as if i see from someoneelses point of wiev, somebody that is inside that cellar, looking at me. And then my vision flips back again and i see through the eyes i have become to sort of call "mine" even though its really not. I need light to see inside. There is probably somebody inside. Maybe that one want to sing a song or talk about how they prefer to live their life. I sort of want to hold my hand out and let it glow, so i do that. Its a small rectangular room. I need to bend my back to get my six feet of body inside. In there i find some kind of backpack, as if somebody placed it there for me to find. Either way i pick it up and heave it unto my back. Its light, only a couple of pounds. There is a small door, only three feet high on the opposite wall. Thats not for me. Or maybe. No i want to go to the manor. I close the door and go across the street to the gate of the manor. There is a big chain around it. I try tareing it apart and i try just melting it with my hand. It doesnt work so i climb the wall at a place where there arent too much plants in the way. As i land on the other side, this place sort of looks like a world of its own. Fist sized insects gather nectar and a hedgehog walks slowly across the lawn. I see someone in one of the windows in the house, a woman. She is wearing white and has black hair. She pulls down the curtain as she sees me. She didnt seem afraid or anything, she just didnt want to look at me or what? Maybe i can talk to the hedgehog. I try. It lights a cigarette and starts talking about how he smuggled booze in the thirties. I tell him its sort of odd that a hedgehog can speak. He counters and says its sort of unusual to get people like me here. He tells me im a shifter. I want to know more about myself, but he just sighs and walks off, slowly. I dont want to bug him too much so just forget about him.
Next to me is a big beautiful tree. It has big, bright green leafes just like in May. I pick one of those leaves off and it dries in my hand. I roll it and stuf it with tobacco from my backpack. I also notice a bottle of wine and a huge knife in my backpack. I pick that bottle of wine out and as i look at it, it shifts colors, from white whine to red whine and then back again. I put it back as i sit down on the lawn and smoke my cigarette. The hedgehog returns and gets down beside me. He brought a book. Its old, worn and leatherbound. He flips to a page with me painted on the upper third of the page. Below is a description of me, at least if the hedghog is telling me the truth, since its an a very strange language. The script keeps flowing, changing. Even the symbols the selves seem contingent. I ask him to tell me about myself. He puts on a pair of glasses and starts reading:
Actually says here you where born in the wrong place and the wrong time. I mean you are not dysfunctional or anything, you are the way you are ment to be, only you ended up on earth in 1980 and thats not right. Or well thats how i intepret this, the hedgehog points to the open page with me on it and then he continues. Well another interpretation, one thats a bit more shall we say "challenging" in many ways, is that you are born in the right time and place. According to this interpretation your suffering and the absolute impossibility for you to fit in, is ment that way. Even the fact that you just cant keep doing the boring things people normally do, even that was ment. In this interpretation you are like a piece of another puzzle that havent even been made yet. I raise an eyebrow at the hedgehog, he looks at me but continues. Yes of course, the future is in flux and probabilities maybe is not the truth, meaning there is a theoretical chance of you actually fitting in. I dont even know what kind of place that is, it probably doesnt exist at all what do i know im just a hedgehog.
I shift my weight from one side to the other and put out my cigarette. Then i make a serious face and look at the hedgehog. What then, what sort of place would that place be like?
2011-12-28
Monistic aphorism
There is a subliminal signal in everything. "A crack in everything" like Leonard Cohen sings. Its possible to lay down next to that crack and drink from the ever flowing, golden power that leaks from it. And then to mingle with that incredible, blinding, throbbing power. With it comes all the wisdom of the ages, with it comes certainty of every thing there is to be certain about. But this way cannot be sought, for it cannot be arrived upon, for you are already there, you dont need to know anything more, you dont need to go anywhere and look for anything, for you are already there. You are already lying next to that crack. You are already drinking of that ever flowing power.
Industrial production does not contain this power, its the antithesis of this power. Its because of this power that we instinctively rather would have handmade objects then fabricated ones. Thats why we get up in the morning, thats why we care, thats why we exist, thats why you talk to other people, thats why you laugh, thats what makes you go on even though its hard, thats why we feel what other people feel, thats why the cab driver sends money home to his poor family, thats why you keep going, thats why you live, thats why i love you for ever and ever.
There is no distance, there is no up and down, there is no other thing, there is no time, there is no difference between you and me and there cannot ever be any difference between you and me. I cant hate you and love somebody else, i cant love you and hate somebody else, for we are the same, we are one.
A long time ago faces melted from the dark into the light
From the fog they came and the whispered words into our ears over the years
Soon we came to know them
They let us in on secrets
They dispelled the lies with their wisdom, so that we could see
And we step slowly on solid rock
That flowing power is what we direct, and it directs us, it creates the direction we feel
Walk with that power and you cannot fail and you cannot win because you wont be playing any more, you will be living instead, for real. Walk with that power and there are no games, there are no separation, there is no now and then, nothing is amiss, nothing is wrong and nothing is right. Walk with that power and you will really see the world my friend, you will see all of it at once, everything that ever happend, everything that is going on and everything thats going to happen. Walk with that power and you will not be asking "Am i doing the right thing?", you wont be asking "Is this the right thing to do?". You wont worry about anything, you will understand everything
Industrial production does not contain this power, its the antithesis of this power. Its because of this power that we instinctively rather would have handmade objects then fabricated ones. Thats why we get up in the morning, thats why we care, thats why we exist, thats why you talk to other people, thats why you laugh, thats what makes you go on even though its hard, thats why we feel what other people feel, thats why the cab driver sends money home to his poor family, thats why you keep going, thats why you live, thats why i love you for ever and ever.
There is no distance, there is no up and down, there is no other thing, there is no time, there is no difference between you and me and there cannot ever be any difference between you and me. I cant hate you and love somebody else, i cant love you and hate somebody else, for we are the same, we are one.
A long time ago faces melted from the dark into the light
From the fog they came and the whispered words into our ears over the years
Soon we came to know them
They let us in on secrets
They dispelled the lies with their wisdom, so that we could see
And we step slowly on solid rock
That flowing power is what we direct, and it directs us, it creates the direction we feel
Walk with that power and you cannot fail and you cannot win because you wont be playing any more, you will be living instead, for real. Walk with that power and there are no games, there are no separation, there is no now and then, nothing is amiss, nothing is wrong and nothing is right. Walk with that power and you will really see the world my friend, you will see all of it at once, everything that ever happend, everything that is going on and everything thats going to happen. Walk with that power and you will not be asking "Am i doing the right thing?", you wont be asking "Is this the right thing to do?". You wont worry about anything, you will understand everything
2011-12-27
Couple of movies
I saw two movies today. First "Drive", one about the guy driving a car for people, no questions, 5 minutes and then hes gone. A really shitty piece of stinking fucking crap that movie. He is supposed to be all cool and quiet but hes just boring. And there is some girl with some kid and whatever the fuck. He goes around killing people and get the fucking money and it dont mean shit.
Now im watching Lars von Triers newest "Melancholia". Its fucking stupid, this dude has gone down the friggin hill.Its about a stupid fucking borderline bitch (After carefull consideration im altering that sentence to this one) Its about a stupid fucking bitch and a retarded shitfaced asshole who is going to get married for who nows what reason. Of course the bitch fucks it all up and it dont mean shit. Then they all just fucking die cause there is another planet who smashes into earth. Trier really needs to get his act together. I really liked "The idiots" and "Anthicrist" and that minimalistc with almost no scenery, about some people in a small village and it had Nicole Kidman in it. Those three was worth the watch, some idea driven manuscripts, some really cool scenes with some amazing camerawork and Dafoe in "Antichrist" is just super.
On the other hand i saw "Skyline" couple of days ago. It was sci-fi action kind of a movie. There was no idea or much of any story in it, but god damn it was pretty awesome anyway. A lot of far away footage on huge friggin aliens and smaller tentacled ones flying around. The mothership designs are just to die for, awesome, just friggin awesome. And they nuke it but it just rebuilds. Well because there was no idea or story it was a bit better then OK, well worth the watch but no super nice movie. Aliens come to fuck around in LA i think it was and its about a bunch of assholes who gets ripped to bits, but not this one stupid guy who have got some weird alien light thingie whatever in his face so he is a bit more bad ass. Im going to hold unto that one to show it to Andreas and Timpan.
Now im watching Lars von Triers newest "Melancholia". Its fucking stupid, this dude has gone down the friggin hill.
On the other hand i saw "Skyline" couple of days ago. It was sci-fi action kind of a movie. There was no idea or much of any story in it, but god damn it was pretty awesome anyway. A lot of far away footage on huge friggin aliens and smaller tentacled ones flying around. The mothership designs are just to die for, awesome, just friggin awesome. And they nuke it but it just rebuilds. Well because there was no idea or story it was a bit better then OK, well worth the watch but no super nice movie. Aliens come to fuck around in LA i think it was and its about a bunch of assholes who gets ripped to bits, but not this one stupid guy who have got some weird alien light thingie whatever in his face so he is a bit more bad ass. Im going to hold unto that one to show it to Andreas and Timpan.
2011-12-21
Impossible structures
Impossible structures of white cold energy fffffflows and unites with the rivers of time
Glimpse scenes of flowing oceans through doors half ajar
Subliminal signals flowing through all the speakers
What is this they ask?
No answers, only experience
And experince become both the questions and the answers
Every question supposes an answer and every answer supposes a question
Such is the rhytmn of time
Glimpse scenes of flowing oceans through doors half ajar
Subliminal signals flowing through all the speakers
What is this they ask?
No answers, only experience
And experince become both the questions and the answers
Every question supposes an answer and every answer supposes a question
Such is the rhytmn of time
2011-12-17
Sailing
I was ment to go down under the ice to save people from a submarine that had got cought on something
But as i went into the water my body dissolved
I woke up in a mental institution
People where running around all over the place
Hard to say what was going on
It was so hard a rock grew from the pit in my heart
And i spit it out, made a fancy necklace of it, a thousand years ago
I held on to that necklace as i fell and skid rapidly down the mountain on banana peels
My fot was caught in the grinder
So i had to stop working the kitchens down under
Some dude told me something, but none of it mattered
None of it
So i made myself an instrument that can play the world like any other instrument kan play people
And i played the world and it swayed to my fancy, moved to my rhytmn
But i got bored so i smashed my instrument and forgot all about it
I even had the idea to be born again, dont really know why
So i was born again and again and again in a repeating cycle
And i started keeping track of time, for some strange reason
My arms became ropes
My head became an enormous machine
The legs where put into theyre sockets like giant bolts
And there was a jolt of energy
Vision flared before me and shapes of walls and trees, beautiful and horrid people, rushed everywhich way before my eyes
To be honest, i dont think i understood how long this would keep on roling, this wheel of life
To be perfectly honest
To be perfectly honest, i forgot what kind of decision it was that got this wheel turning
I guess it was a good one, i just cant seem to remember
I just cant seem to figure it out
As the wheel keep on turning my interpretation keep on turning
Every time it moves a wave of change washes over the world
New things are washed ashore
Old things are washed away to sea
The skin and texture of people will have changed with the wave
"Oh i see" i say to myself every time it happens
"Oh i see, so this is what its like? This is the world of the mortals, this is their joys and their toils."
And then again im wrong cause there is always another wave
And what ever i understood before is washed out to sea again
Only rough shapes of my former interpretation remain
A new era begins, im born again
And then on with it
The whole thing
Out of the hole
Into the cold
Fight to survive
Fight to regain a shred of sanity
Fight in order not to succumb to the lies
Fight in order not to succumb to the lies
In this temporary bullshit state called "civilsation"
The idea of calling 6.000 years of violence "civilisation" calls for laughter
Its nothing short of fascism and genocide in a repeating cycle
Stop this wheel from turning
See through the lies
I was flushed down the toilette
Crawled unto a wide stretch of beach
I was supposed to be a real person again
Not some interchangeable cog in a machine
I was supposed to exist for real
In a place without civilisation
In a place far from bombs and dollars, oil and banks
Far from mass media bullshit carrousell
Far from the throbbing insanity
This is an edited version ment for reading out loud
The idea of calling 6.000 years of violence "civilisation" calls for laughter
Its nothing short of fascism and genocide in a repeating cycle
Stop this wheel from turning
See through the lies
I was flushed down the toilette
Crawled unto a wide stretch of beach
I was supposed to be a real person again
Not some interchangeable cog in a machine
I was supposed to exist for real
In a place without civilisation
In a place far from bombs and dollars, oil and banks
Far from mass media bullshit carrousell
Far from the throbbing insanity
This is an edited version ment for reading out loud
I was ment to go down under the ice to save people from a submarine
But as i went into the water my body dissolved
I woke up in a mental institution
People where running around all over the place
Hard to say what was going on
A rock grew from the pit in my heart
And i spit it out, made a fancy necklace of it a thousand years ago
I held on to that necklace as i fell and skid rapidly down the mountain
My fot was caught in the grinder
So i had to stop working the kitchens down under
Some dude told me something, but none of it mattered
None of it
So i made myself an instrument that can play the world like any other instrument kan play people
And i played the world and it swayed to my fancy, moved to my rhytmn
But i got bored so i smashed my instrument and forgot all about it
I even had the idea to be born again, dont really know why
So i was born again and again in a repeating cycle
And i started keeping track of time, for some strange reason
My arms became ropes
My head became an enormous machine
The legs where put into theyre sockets
And there was a jolt of energy
Vision flared before me and shapes of walls and trees, beautiful and horrid people, rushed before my eyes
To be honest, i dont think i understood how long this would keep on roling, this wheel of life
To be perfectly honest
To be perfectly honest, i forgot what kind of decision it was that got this wheel turning
I guess it was a good one, i just cant seem to remember
I just cant seem to figure it out
As the wheel keep on turning my interpretation keep on turning
Every time it moves a wave of change washes over the world
New things are washed ashore
Old things are washed away to sea
The skin and texture of people will have changed with the wave
"Oh i see" i say to myself every time it happens
"Oh i see, so this is what its like? This is the world of the mortals, this is their joys and their toils."
And then again im wrong cause there is always another wave
And what ever i understood before is washed out to sea again
Only rough shapes of my former interpretation remain
A new era begins, im born again
And then on with it
The whole thing
Out of the hole
Into the cold
Fight to survive
Fight to regain a shred of sanity
Fight in order not to succumb to the lies
Fight in order not to succumb to the lies
In this temporary bullshit state
The idea of calling 6.000 years of violence "civilisation" calls for laughter
Its nothing short of fascism and genocide in a repeating cycle
Stop this wheel from turning
See through the lies
I was flushed down the toilette
Crawled unto a wide stretch of beach
I was supposed to be a real person again
Not some interchangeable cog in a machine
I was supposed to exist for real
In a place without civilisation
In a place far from bombs and dollars, oil and banks
Far from mass media bullshit carrousell
Far from the throbbing insanity
The idea of calling 6.000 years of violence "civilisation" calls for laughter
Its nothing short of fascism and genocide in a repeating cycle
Stop this wheel from turning
See through the lies
I was flushed down the toilette
Crawled unto a wide stretch of beach
I was supposed to be a real person again
Not some interchangeable cog in a machine
I was supposed to exist for real
In a place without civilisation
In a place far from bombs and dollars, oil and banks
Far from mass media bullshit carrousell
Far from the throbbing insanity
2011-12-15
2011-12-10
Pictures from the coolest theater in Sweden
Here is some recent pictures from Teatermaskinens home we call Skräppbo. A home that is under construction until 15th of december when all the outer walls, fire protection, electricity, ventilation, water and stuff like that should be done and some guys will come and give us the OK to open it up for the public.
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