Saturday, September 7, 2013
on essentialism and selves
possibly not the same person who takes the foil and the épée and point at another's chest to kill. for sport. a physical version of another involving the killing of hundreds and millions in several stages until one's own pawn becomes greater than another's king. plans for war. kill time while sharping the mind. possibly
not the same person who tends the basil, the tarragon, the wild mint, the parsley, the dill. who takes time to watch the sunrise glow and dreams of sea. not
the same person, angry and a vise, who throws without regret, lines, lives. not the same one who collects. memories and serenity, joys in souvenirs. the one who sings with a guitar and writes
the world as it is as is, and life as is, it is.
Labels:
adam,
Aeolus,
bottles,
card reading,
culture,
defamiliarization,
Eternal Enemies,
fruits,
gaze,
hans lenhard,
kindness,
leaving,
Michel Foucault,
multilingualism,
salvador dali,
trace,
travel,
worldview
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