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By the edge of the Tagus, the river passes unhurried, as if it knew its end. I sit by the window. The waters meet and carry me away. Time is not chased. It flows. Days, minutes on an unbroken thread. Each thing at its own rhythm. The world continues. I learn not to interrupt. Without urgency. Without fear. I observe what yields, what remains. And then, almost without sound, we change. I light a cigarette. The flame hesitates. So do I.
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:33 AM UTC
The Flame Hesitates
Going round in circles Like a boat upon waters Of a moat Seeing the same scene Over and over And everything in-between The journey becomes tiresome "I've seen it all before" Then Heraclitus comes knocking at the door Kick off my shoes Feet once again Sliver into the river I'm seeing everything For the first time Again
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Jul 10, 2024
Jul 10, 2024 at 6:10 PM UTC
Flux
The hadron collider showed an unknown influence affecting subatomic particles. “Is this proof of a higher power in the universe?” asked Marianne Williamson. “Is this Will, is this magick?” Yes Herr Nietzche, there will always be unknowns in human science as the scientists should have known all along, instead of substituting the most recent names of observations as the replacement of God. No, there probably isn’t free will but we seem to be life in the unknown with more power than any other around. This universe may just repeat on and on but what do you do with that knowledge? Can you even help to choose what you choose? All these past influences and instinctual impulses lead the charge. But there's that spark. That mystery if we can ever really know and comprehend it all with limited senses, time, and minds. Maybe you don’t have a choice in your life, but you can have the feeling you do. The feeling you can shape your world amid the destiny you feel in your heart. Practice being a yeasayer to life because that just might be your fate. Amor fati each time around.
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Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 9:10 PM UTC
Lollygagging Logos
A wave implodes, impaled upon impassive rocks... this evening the thunder of the sea is a wild music filling my ear... you are leaving and the ungrieving winds demur: telling me that nothing returns as it was before, here where you have left no mark upon this dark Heraclitean shore. Heraclitus said we can't step in the same river twice, because it won't be the same river and we won't be the same either. Everything is in a constant state of flux, thus "nothing returns / as it was before." Lovers who part will not be the same people if they reunite later.
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Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 9:19 PM UTC
Nothing Returns
It's time to contemplate the twilight of post-modern idols - An Ideal can we live for one? We lay out what we stand for in simple platitudes then spend all our time defining what we're not despite all the death done in its name Protecting Freedom's just an umbrella replace "carpet bomb families" with "neutralize enemies" - who threatened our Liberty but that means sway elections away from those that reject economic puppetry Cut the cord if you want us to buy Contras Reaganomics define Drug War: Sold crack,   bought guns from Iran, fund death squads in Nicarag-Hooah! Freedom's lambs they had to die They tried to reach out against exploited workers so even Catholic priests got murked Yes, murdered but also muddied in the waters of historiography's story As in, no one studies history Today's armchair historians they just find bargains and hero worship while they channel surf Pulled by yachts they don't make waves Oceans abound but most just coast in creeks and canals No Wake Zones Think you're woke, bro? You just came up with a narrow strait thought that was simply dismissed by Heraclitus of Ephesus nearly three millennia ago Your certainty of knowing brings danger of you drowning Cause "Ever-newer waters flow on those who step into the same rivers." All I know is fire so burn a hen for Prometheus and we'll topple poser's podiums then yoga flame them back to oneness Cause after horrific mediation and barring off public relations You'll catch me drunk playing video games with butchers and their daughters
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
You were Right but Couldn't Get Anyone to Listen
It's time to contemplate the twilight of post-modern idols - An Ideal can we live for one? We lay out what we stand for in simple platitudes then spend all our time defining what we're not despite all the death done in its name Protecting Freedom's just an umbrella replace "carpet bomb families" with "neutralize enemies" - who threatened our Liberty but that means sway elections away from those that reject economic puppetry Cut the cord if you want us to buy Contras Reaganomics define Drug War: Sold crack,   bought guns from Iran, fund death squads in Nicarag-Hooah! Freedom's lambs they had to die They tried to reach out against exploited workers so even Catholic priests got murked Yes, murdered but also muddied in the waters of historiography's story As in, no one studies history Today's armchair historians they just find bargains and hero worship while they channel surf Pulled by yachts they don't make waves Oceans abound but most just coast in creeks and canals No Wake Zones Think you're woke, bro? You just came up with a narrow strait thought that was simply dismissed by Heraclitus of Ephesus nearly three millennia ago Your certainty of knowing brings danger of you drowning Cause "Ever-newer waters flow on those who step into the same rivers." All I know is fire so burn a hen for Prometheus and we'll topple poser's podiums then yoga flame them back to oneness Cause after horrific mediation and barring off public relations You'll catch me drunk playing video games with butchers and their daughters
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Not in the object revered But in the imperfect beholder Glows the light of inspiration. Through eyelids facing west The auburn canvas spreads. Smell of damp pine needles Carried by the dry retreating winds. Not in the balance, do I marvel, But in the transience of the moment That threatens to justly divide The hours between light and dark. For strife is the eternal essence of life, Strength of my sinew, As I relentlessly roll the boulder And watch gravity undo my labour. But, there is no strife more revolting Than THIS. Cleaving ‘I’ from the rest And assuming superiority - An imperfect beholder.
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
Equinox