Selfshot

I often look at i people and get reminded of those things hat I dont like about myself, then I ask, how can we live with what we are? How can we live knowing that we are often pathetic, that there is so little grandiosity inside of us.

HOW CAN I CHOOSE TO BE MYSELF WHEN I HATE WHATEVER I AM?

ERR

Sometimes we make mistakes, sometimes mistakes make us, there is no difference.
Should we be forgiven if our actions are truly regreted by our deepest selves?

Los que vuelan

Hoy una polilla y yo nos topamos, me hizo sentir el peso de su cuerpo sobre mi dedo, y sentí que vivía, afuera llovía, y sentí la necesidad de liberarla pero me contuve, si sus alas se mojaban seguro moriría, luego voló y no la vi más, no se si aletea aún o ha parado.

Se que la vida termina y la energía es perpetua, pero yo no soy ni lo uno ni lo otro, soy concepto, que pasa cuando decida volar?

Where is the future?

Dettachment, does it bring happiness? Peace?
Peace seems like the logical outcome for absolute dettachment, but is that even possible? I hope so.

What about love, and intimacy? Are they profound truths? Or are they just fear of solitude?

Solitude, is it absolute as I believe it is? Is it caused by individuation? If not, what causes it? Is it just me?

Am I the issue? Am I the one who bought the solitaire image?

Is there really an Infinite universe? Or what we can perceive and conceive the limit of it all?

Ars Cogitant Ars Rampant

The deepest conflict between being and understanding.

Conflagration axiom

Can you provide examples? No, there is none

When looking for the absolute you find the Void, what is it? The lack of reference frame, it is absolute and as such there are no answers.

As a human you cannot really grasp it, only conceptualize, and that is trying to fill it, which is utterly impossible. The Void asks for more and destroys everything you throw in there.

The path of understanding is delimited by life, because life means incompleteness, due to its need to partition the universe through perception.

True understanding will only come when death arrives, if then. Until then, the most pure of impulses is deep feeling, intuition, because is rationalle performed in the background of the mind.

I have to learn to live through intuition, and that is...

Begone

If I kill myself now, what would happen?
1. I would not Understand what I need to Understand, I have not experienced enough
2. I would have a rest of all this living thing

Point 1 is a fallacy I have no idea of what I want to understand, I have no idea of the things that I have to experience, and there are probably none.

Point 2 is self explanatory. I used to like living, enjoying something everyday, but now is so much pain and bias and blegh, I hate it.

ENTENDER

Tonto por intentarlo, esto es algo que se siente. Quiero creer que estoy cerca. Quiero y ese es un error, una falacia de la concepción. El problema humano es ser humano.

No seas. No seas.no entiendas ni anheles. No eres el templo porque los templos no existen.

Atlas

Hay dos vidas, y son incompatibles, el verdor del mundo contra aquello inherente.
Que soy si no soy? Si no logro ser

No soy uno con todo y no soy el solitario, no hay sentido y no hay camino.

Wwwwww

Imagina que el universo es un programa de aleatoreidad, imagina que la más pequeña partícula de cada 'entidad' está en proceso de ubicarse en una posición espacial, temporal y energética particular, y en el momento correcto todas se sincronizaran, y algo pasará.

Que hace a un ser?

Si existo soy, pero siendo, qué soy? Pienso, imagino, elucubro, pero nada hay que se sienta Real, nada que me haga Real a mi, aunque a menudo eso no importa, si soy, sigo siendo, y existo, aunque deje de ser.

Memento Mori

La muerte es el camino a la inexistencia, quién dio el primer paso?

No comprendo, descubrí la carencia de sentido y a pesar de que siento que eso me acerca a mi objetivo no logro acostumbrarme a este vacío.

No tengo motivo para hacer nada, más que el leve placer que los momentos pueden brindar, no recuerdo cuál era mi estado anterior y probablemente no me sirva de nada intentar volver.

Vale la pena vivir por el placer?