mercredi 4 novembre 2009
Cynism_as_a_Way_of_Life
Morning_Belle
lundi 2 novembre 2009
Music_Matters
Morning_Belle
vendredi 30 octobre 2009
Joys_Of_Flat_Sharing
Morning_Belle
lundi 7 septembre 2009
Dancers_In_The_Rain
Morning_Belle
lundi 27 juillet 2009
Sometimes I do, Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I speak with words that nobody said yet
Sometimes I am so weak I can’t even say “yep”
Sometimes I’m so puzzling I could be your Greek myth
Sometimes I feel as plain as the Siberian fields
Sometimes I feel like I could read Dostoievski in Russian,
And rewrite all of Shakespeare,
Sometimes I don’t understand any of your words my dear
Sometimes I am a storm devastating castles
Sometimes I just can't blow any of these candles
Sometimes I'd be able to draw a cosmos map by heart
Sometimes I just can't find the tube station next to my flat
Sometimes I can dive into blue lakes - your eyes
Sometimes I cry a lake cause there I guess your lies
Sometimes I feel like spring and I could grow your hair
Sometimes I hurt you much and act like I don’t care
Sometimes I feel like I could snow over your winter holiday
Sometimes I’m not even able to enjoy a sunny may day
And this all happens in the very same second.
Morning_Belle
lundi 20 juillet 2009
The Age of Treachery (Leiden-schafft)
“The silence of a friend commonly amounts to treachery. His not daring to say anything in our behalf implies a tacit censure", William Hazlitt
Morning_Belle
samedi 18 juillet 2009
Por qué me tengo yo que enamorar?
mercredi 1 juillet 2009
Eisschokolade/Heisse Schokolade
The fact that the French pronunciation of:
EAT
HEAT
and HIT
is the same
might say a lot more than you think about French people.
Morning_Belle
samedi 20 juin 2009
Playlist_of_your_life
I used to make my opinion on people according to the music
They listen to.
I used to think that people are the songwriters of the music
They listen to.
I used to think that the meaning of the songs
People listen to
Entirely applies to them.
But in the end, people don't listen to the music that corresponds to them.
To some extent, it's the music they listen to that makes them what they are.
Morning_Belle
lundi 1 juin 2009
All that we know, all that we don't
Is changing perspective worth IT? (unfinished thought and unsatisfactory argumentation to be edited)
Seeing the world through someone else's eyes is a mental exercise we are asked to do as soon as we start facing difficulties in our social relationships - let's say at the age of 4. And soon we realise that changing perspectives ain't easy at all.
Very often in the summertime, when the sky is clear, I go out in the warm night and contemplate the stars. Apart from being ridiculously romantic, this other exercise aims at reminding myself how tiny we are, and usually has the positive effect of putting what I think are big worries in perspective. The shitty thing is that it usually does not last too long.
And here is what I read this week (for an English translation please see in the comments section):
"Wie jedes andere Tier, so modelliert der Mensch sich die Welt danach, was seine Sinne und sein Bewusstsein ihm an Einsichten erlauben. Denn eines ist klar: All unser Erkennen hängt zunächst einmal von unseren Sinnen ab. Was wir nicht hören, nicht sehen, nicht fühlen, nicht schmecken und nicht ertasten können, das nehmen wir auch nicht wahr, und es kommt in unserer Welt nicht vor. (...) Für eine völlig objektive Weltsicht bräuchte der MEnsch also einen wahrhaft übermenschlichen Sinnesapparat, der das ganze Spektrum möglicher Sinneswahrnehmungen ausschöpft: die Superaugen des Adlers, den kilometerweiten Geruchssinn von Bären, das Seitenliniensystem der Fische, die seismographischen Fähigkeiten einer Schlange usw. Doch all das können Menschen nicht, und eine umfassende objektive Sicht der Dinge kann es deshalb auch nicht geben. Unsere Welt ist niemals die Welt, wie sie "an sich" ist, ebenso wenig wie jene von Hund und Katze, Vogel oder Käfer. "Die Welt, mein Sohn", erklärt im Aquarium der Vaterfisch seinem Filius, "ist ein grosser Kasten voller Wasser!"' (Richard David Precht, "Wer bin ich, und wenn ja wie viele")
"The world, my son", explains the fatherfish to his son, "is a big box full of water".
Now does this mean that any human attempt to put the world or our perceptions in perspective is vain, as anyway, they will remain "human attempts to put the world in perspective", and the new created thought will also be human and erring anyway?
Ths is a fact: we are human and we will create human thoughts.
But even if all of our our attempts to take some distance from our initial/daily/mechanic thoughts are unvailing, they might be worth it, as if they don't lead to the ultimate objective truth, it is at least going a step further in opening our eyes and widening our horizons. And this, I think, can't be too bad.
Morning_Human_Belle