Fiera (di che?)

Just because this is the closest to antithesis of my normal self.
And just 'cause it oozes happiness in the midst of such confusion.
A proof of unexpected emancipation.

and when your mind seems made up, there it is.
the smallest, slightest itch that tells you maybe you aren't quite sure.
you want to be done, but done is an adjective that cannot be brought about by sheer force of will.
(No right mind could wrong be this many times)

And it seems fatalistic to just stand here and keep taking it.
I am alarmed and I am surprised.
Over and over. Eyes wideshut, unopen.

Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop.

Just the usual "what would Freud say?"...

Just because you feel it, it doesn't mean it's there
but, let's not forget that just because you don't want to feel it
that does not mean it goes away.
What's  done is done and the consequences cannot be erased,
words can be taken back, but not their meaning.
Actions may be denied, but the sensation of a moment remains.

I interpret the world by confusing other people's psychology with my own.
but that does not mean that what I feel is unreal.
What I write is what I am, what I see, what I live.
If that's not real, then what is?



In the state, one is conscious of unity as law; there, the content must be rational, and I must know it.
The first moment in love is that I do not wish to be an independent person in my own right and that,
if I were, I would feel deficient and incomplete.
The second moment in love is that I find myself in another person, I gain recognition in this person,
who in turns gains recognition in me.
Love is therefore the most immense contradiction; the understanding cannot resolve it,
because there is nothing more intractable than this punctiliousness of the self-consciousness
,which is negated and which I ought nevertheless to possess as affirmative.
Love is both the production and the resolution of this contradiction.

/Georg Hegel

/always/ between the lines.

Sometimes you think that all you need is a glance
the tiniest little sign that you matter
no need for proof, confirmation or reality
just instinct, feeling; chemistry.

but the thing is, chemistry is intoxicating.
when you are high, you are flying
but the fall is always steep
and the abstinence is even worse than that.


In the spirit of dangerous contemplation: there are two sides to every story
- mine has more than that...
one where I'm the antiloop,
one where I'm the lion
and one, where I can't seem to identify who I am.

/Leave unsaid unspoken. Eyes wide shut unopened. You and me; always between the lines/

Homo Economicus goes Homo Emoticon

It's a common economic assumption that once speculation arises concerning the value of a good, its value will supposedly decrease. The same thing goes for inflation; when people start to believe inflation will increase, their behavior will most likely drive the inflation higher.

Now, I can't help thinking that in life, the same thing goes.
Once you start doubting your own value, you modify your behavior to fit that assumption,
thus creating a slow decrease of your real value.

Someone once told me that if I say that "I'm not important" enough times, it will become the truth.
Personally, I think that is taking it a bit far, but it does match my theory.
By implying to someone that you are not important, you plant the seed in their mind
while you simultaneously feed diminished and start acting unlike yourself.
Your behavior seems schizofrenic, because you are trying to be something you are not;anything else.
And in the end you lose track of yourself.
And you lose your value.

Voilà I'm back with the economics of emotion.

Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

I exist for myself, and the rest of creation is an external, fixed objectivity, as am I for it.
As external, the rest of existence expands itself to a rationally connected whole.

Libras are analytical thinkers that weigh both sides to every issue, sometimes spending far more time then is needed

weekend of intoxication
on multiple levels.
same, same, but different.

Noone's got it all.
but some get more than they can handle.
Maybe more than they deserve?
If I were to meet Amartya Sen, I'd ask him one simple question:
Is there a theory for distributive justice when it comes to emotions?

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