From 831626455f1c1224f7e3a6cf945947a96bcdcfab Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: David Runge Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2016 20:15:09 +0100 Subject: content/blog: Moving articles to the blog folder, so they are automatically acknowledged as posts. --- content/a-beginning-will-be-a-new-end.rst | 15 ----- content/blog/a-beginning-will-be-a-new-end.rst | 15 +++++ content/blog/trapped-in-between.rst | 43 ++++++++++++++ content/blog/you-and-i.rst | 79 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ content/trapped-in-between.rst | 43 -------------- content/you-and-i.rst | 79 -------------------------- 6 files changed, 137 insertions(+), 137 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 content/a-beginning-will-be-a-new-end.rst create mode 100644 content/blog/a-beginning-will-be-a-new-end.rst create mode 100644 content/blog/trapped-in-between.rst create mode 100644 content/blog/you-and-i.rst delete mode 100644 content/trapped-in-between.rst delete mode 100644 content/you-and-i.rst diff --git a/content/a-beginning-will-be-a-new-end.rst b/content/a-beginning-will-be-a-new-end.rst deleted file mode 100644 index af16995..0000000 --- a/content/a-beginning-will-be-a-new-end.rst +++ /dev/null @@ -1,15 +0,0 @@ -A beginning will be a new end -############################## -:date: 2012-05-19 14:14 -:author: 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058 -:category: pi -:slug: a-beginning-will-be-a-new-end -:status: published - -| Whenever I think I have it all figured out and things are moving a - scale upwards, my mood inversely changes downwards. -| I suppose it's because once things begin to ease up, you realize all - the matters that have been piling up behind you. - -Suddenly all you thoguht was fun to do becomes a burden and vice versa. -Life sure is fun. diff --git a/content/blog/a-beginning-will-be-a-new-end.rst b/content/blog/a-beginning-will-be-a-new-end.rst new file mode 100644 index 0000000..af16995 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/blog/a-beginning-will-be-a-new-end.rst @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +A beginning will be a new end +############################## +:date: 2012-05-19 14:14 +:author: 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058 +:category: pi +:slug: a-beginning-will-be-a-new-end +:status: published + +| Whenever I think I have it all figured out and things are moving a + scale upwards, my mood inversely changes downwards. +| I suppose it's because once things begin to ease up, you realize all + the matters that have been piling up behind you. + +Suddenly all you thoguht was fun to do becomes a burden and vice versa. +Life sure is fun. diff --git a/content/blog/trapped-in-between.rst b/content/blog/trapped-in-between.rst new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b4dd182 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/blog/trapped-in-between.rst @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +Trapped in between +################## +:date: 2012-06-11 10:55 +:author: 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058 +:category: pi +:slug: trapped-in-between +:status: published + +| There is a need in us. It's a constant thriving to fulfill our goals + and be happy. As we can feel it unite us, it's actually a drifting + apart. The greatest conversation starter and killer. Our dreams are + like galaxies in a chaotic universe within ourselves. Some bigger, + some smaller. +| I think this is a good thing to maintain. After all, I like looking up + and see not a handful but a trillion of stars. This huge variety is + simply a beautiful thing to look at, or something that will scare you + into believing that you're insignificant and small. +| Like the need for this conversation with myself I have several similar + other ones of urgence and importance. They pull me apart. They trap me + inside. They make me want to invest and they make me want to hide. +| Sometimes I want a single guiding star that will lead me leading + myself. They are too many. I'm trapped in between miraculously + blinking galaxies and it feels like they are drifting apart the more I + invest, but freezing is no option, it's certain death. +| I feel that each time I really want to work out something, another + dream has got to die and the need to choose makes me unhappy and + unfree. They are too many and sometimes it's like a curse having + strong ones. I wish it was only two personas, like Hesse describes his + fragmentation in "Steppenwolf", but it's not as easy as that (as he + states correctly at the end of the book). Still you want to preserve + your ability to smile. +| So, I walk the streets. Flooded with even more dreams. Strong ones, + weak ones. Some that make you laugh, some that make you cry and I feel + free again. Not because I found a solution, but because I can see that + it's not just me. Long lost dreams reemerge into what I want to be. + New ones might not seem as clear as they used to be. It's good to let + them rest, but not for too long. They will be coming back after all, + as a long awaited epiphany or to haunt me. +| I want to be more than the thriving. I want to be a cluster of stars + bridging the gap. For me, for others. In the end, you and me are + interchangeable. + + diff --git a/content/blog/you-and-i.rst b/content/blog/you-and-i.rst new file mode 100644 index 0000000..33b5bdb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/blog/you-and-i.rst @@ -0,0 +1,79 @@ +You and I +######### +:date: 2012-05-27 00:00 +:author: 2.7182818284590452353602874713526624977572470936999595 +:category: e +:slug: you-and-i +:status: published + +.. raw:: html + +
+ +We are one,You and I. Minuscule fragments of the same entity. The same +heaving, puffing, fire breathing, giant if you will. Or perhaps a +translucent haze of a being, that floats and rolls over the sands like a +thick eddy of smoke; folding in on itself, falling ;convalescing. Bear +with me and picture this creature. It could be a simple organism or an +inanimate substance without life if you please. It isn't important that +you see it clearly, or understand it. However you might paint this being +in your head, paint it with a mind. Not necessarily a mind as in a +brain, an organ that enables and coordinates functioning, but perhaps +resembling the essence of the word 'spirit' but capable of thought and +emotions, chemical reactions of the mind. Call it our consciousness(if +you must) or by any other handle, but know that it is alone. Not alone +as in separated from another but as the word 'alone' literally meant, +'all ana'; wholly one. Do you see it? Or perhaps its a person, and you +see a him or a her or another form and state altogether. As you see it +take shape, allow it to think or perhaps thoughts just come and go, +voiced even, in an internal voice very similar to our very own, not +unlike when we are alone and talk to ourself. A conversation of sorts +with ourselves. Inside of us but midst two persons. One asks or suggests +and the other answers, agrees, responds. Almost as though it was two +different personalities, perhaps even contradicting each other at times, +gently, perhaps sternly. And as these two personalities spoke or think +aloud within this being, they find form and definition. They could +contradict the other and(or) perhaps complement the other. And as these +personalities arise and become stronger and more and more defined they +might have their own sense of logic. Thinking for themselves now. With +themselves now. And so they spawn more in their likeness but detaching +from themselves every time they multiply. There is a mathematics to it, +a game of probability within this. A pattern that evolves and forms a +code that creates boundaries and rules for this process. The Spawns turn +out to be very similar to each other, their logic based on very similar +rules and definitions. But sometimes their personalities are polar and +sometimes they are analogous. And they've multiplied over eons since +'eos' (greek for 'dawn'). But as they've multiplied they have gotten +fragmented, detached from each other. The smallest variance draws them +apart, perhaps their rigid identities get threatened, become exclusive +and perhaps they neglect that they both exist simultaneously and are +true. Perhaps there is no true and false, right and wrong. Perhaps there +is just 'separated'. And here we are today after eons again, as beings. +Defined in form and function by the rules and boundaries that our +'elders' thought up and forged by the environment they created. Living +in this fantasy, this illusion of truth and reality, while nothing +really 'is'. We sit here now, alone again. But this time, the meaning of +the word has changed. This time 'alone' means isolated. But the process +hasn't stopped, we still think and react to our environment and in the +process form personas within ourselves, personalities defined by thought +and our reactions to the environment and this environment has changed in +our short existence, newer psyches form. And, slowly these psyches +become exclusive. They contradict each other. They have their own voice +and reason. These are split personalities, yes. But, don't look at them +as they have come to be defined within psychology and perhaps with fear. +But as deviations from a former self and identity as a reaction to a +change in our environment. This constant flux allows you a different +voice a different identity. And if and when these environments collide, +so do these identities. There is a crisis of sorts as we helplessly +rummage through all these various voices, some strong, some weak. Some +voices are abrasive, driven from insecurity and discontent. Some +helpless and fatigued. And as we stalk them to find the right one of +them, we neglect all identities are real. Their summation is our nature. +This nature of ours is perhaps what our true voice if there is one is +inspired from. This voice is what I'm looking for. And as I pursue this +voice, my voice; and search for my true identity my closest average or +the best summation; I hope I find you. I hope I find 'us'. xx + +.. raw:: html + +
diff --git a/content/trapped-in-between.rst b/content/trapped-in-between.rst deleted file mode 100644 index b4dd182..0000000 --- a/content/trapped-in-between.rst +++ /dev/null @@ -1,43 +0,0 @@ -Trapped in between -################## -:date: 2012-06-11 10:55 -:author: 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058 -:category: pi -:slug: trapped-in-between -:status: published - -| There is a need in us. It's a constant thriving to fulfill our goals - and be happy. As we can feel it unite us, it's actually a drifting - apart. The greatest conversation starter and killer. Our dreams are - like galaxies in a chaotic universe within ourselves. Some bigger, - some smaller. -| I think this is a good thing to maintain. After all, I like looking up - and see not a handful but a trillion of stars. This huge variety is - simply a beautiful thing to look at, or something that will scare you - into believing that you're insignificant and small. -| Like the need for this conversation with myself I have several similar - other ones of urgence and importance. They pull me apart. They trap me - inside. They make me want to invest and they make me want to hide. -| Sometimes I want a single guiding star that will lead me leading - myself. They are too many. I'm trapped in between miraculously - blinking galaxies and it feels like they are drifting apart the more I - invest, but freezing is no option, it's certain death. -| I feel that each time I really want to work out something, another - dream has got to die and the need to choose makes me unhappy and - unfree. They are too many and sometimes it's like a curse having - strong ones. I wish it was only two personas, like Hesse describes his - fragmentation in "Steppenwolf", but it's not as easy as that (as he - states correctly at the end of the book). Still you want to preserve - your ability to smile. -| So, I walk the streets. Flooded with even more dreams. Strong ones, - weak ones. Some that make you laugh, some that make you cry and I feel - free again. Not because I found a solution, but because I can see that - it's not just me. Long lost dreams reemerge into what I want to be. - New ones might not seem as clear as they used to be. It's good to let - them rest, but not for too long. They will be coming back after all, - as a long awaited epiphany or to haunt me. -| I want to be more than the thriving. I want to be a cluster of stars - bridging the gap. For me, for others. In the end, you and me are - interchangeable. - - diff --git a/content/you-and-i.rst b/content/you-and-i.rst deleted file mode 100644 index 33b5bdb..0000000 --- a/content/you-and-i.rst +++ /dev/null @@ -1,79 +0,0 @@ -You and I -######### -:date: 2012-05-27 00:00 -:author: 2.7182818284590452353602874713526624977572470936999595 -:category: e -:slug: you-and-i -:status: published - -.. raw:: html - -
- -We are one,You and I. Minuscule fragments of the same entity. The same -heaving, puffing, fire breathing, giant if you will. Or perhaps a -translucent haze of a being, that floats and rolls over the sands like a -thick eddy of smoke; folding in on itself, falling ;convalescing. Bear -with me and picture this creature. It could be a simple organism or an -inanimate substance without life if you please. It isn't important that -you see it clearly, or understand it. However you might paint this being -in your head, paint it with a mind. Not necessarily a mind as in a -brain, an organ that enables and coordinates functioning, but perhaps -resembling the essence of the word 'spirit' but capable of thought and -emotions, chemical reactions of the mind. Call it our consciousness(if -you must) or by any other handle, but know that it is alone. Not alone -as in separated from another but as the word 'alone' literally meant, -'all ana'; wholly one. Do you see it? Or perhaps its a person, and you -see a him or a her or another form and state altogether. As you see it -take shape, allow it to think or perhaps thoughts just come and go, -voiced even, in an internal voice very similar to our very own, not -unlike when we are alone and talk to ourself. A conversation of sorts -with ourselves. Inside of us but midst two persons. One asks or suggests -and the other answers, agrees, responds. Almost as though it was two -different personalities, perhaps even contradicting each other at times, -gently, perhaps sternly. And as these two personalities spoke or think -aloud within this being, they find form and definition. They could -contradict the other and(or) perhaps complement the other. And as these -personalities arise and become stronger and more and more defined they -might have their own sense of logic. Thinking for themselves now. With -themselves now. And so they spawn more in their likeness but detaching -from themselves every time they multiply. There is a mathematics to it, -a game of probability within this. A pattern that evolves and forms a -code that creates boundaries and rules for this process. The Spawns turn -out to be very similar to each other, their logic based on very similar -rules and definitions. But sometimes their personalities are polar and -sometimes they are analogous. And they've multiplied over eons since -'eos' (greek for 'dawn'). But as they've multiplied they have gotten -fragmented, detached from each other. The smallest variance draws them -apart, perhaps their rigid identities get threatened, become exclusive -and perhaps they neglect that they both exist simultaneously and are -true. Perhaps there is no true and false, right and wrong. Perhaps there -is just 'separated'. And here we are today after eons again, as beings. -Defined in form and function by the rules and boundaries that our -'elders' thought up and forged by the environment they created. Living -in this fantasy, this illusion of truth and reality, while nothing -really 'is'. We sit here now, alone again. But this time, the meaning of -the word has changed. This time 'alone' means isolated. But the process -hasn't stopped, we still think and react to our environment and in the -process form personas within ourselves, personalities defined by thought -and our reactions to the environment and this environment has changed in -our short existence, newer psyches form. And, slowly these psyches -become exclusive. They contradict each other. They have their own voice -and reason. These are split personalities, yes. But, don't look at them -as they have come to be defined within psychology and perhaps with fear. -But as deviations from a former self and identity as a reaction to a -change in our environment. This constant flux allows you a different -voice a different identity. And if and when these environments collide, -so do these identities. There is a crisis of sorts as we helplessly -rummage through all these various voices, some strong, some weak. Some -voices are abrasive, driven from insecurity and discontent. Some -helpless and fatigued. And as we stalk them to find the right one of -them, we neglect all identities are real. Their summation is our nature. -This nature of ours is perhaps what our true voice if there is one is -inspired from. This voice is what I'm looking for. And as I pursue this -voice, my voice; and search for my true identity my closest average or -the best summation; I hope I find you. I hope I find 'us'. xx - -.. raw:: html - -
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