Category Archives: Poetry

What Do You Take for Granted?

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Do you ever stop and imagine, “We are living on a giant rock that is hurtling through space around a gigantic ball of fire!”

Do you ever stop and imagine, “There are people sitting in seats, flying across the sky!”

Do you ever stop and imagine, “What would my life be like before man harnessed electricity?”

Do you ever stop and imagine, “The nearest star to the sun is about 25 trillion miles away!”

Do you ever stop and imagine, “What is it in me that perceives?”

Do you ever stop and imagine, “It’s inevitable that I will literally cease to exist in the future.”

Do you ever stop and imagine, “What the fuck is going on! How am I not myself? What the hell is a self?”

Do you ever just stop… just… stop… and observe… really… observe?

The Everlasting Gospel

Posted on by under Poetry, Religion

The Vision of Christ that thou dost see

Is my Vision’s Greatest Enemy.

Thine has a great hook nose like thine;

Mine has a snub nose like to mine.

Thine is the friend of All Mankind;

Mine speaks in parables to the Blind.

Thine loves the same world that mine hates;

Thy Heaven doors are my Hell Gates.

Socrates taught what Melitus

Loathd as a Nation’s bitterest Curse;

And Caiphas was in his own Mind

A benefactor to Mankind.

Both read the Bible day & night,

But thou readst black where I read white.

– William Blake

There was only one Christian, and he died on the cross.

– Friedrich Nietzsche

A Parable

Posted on by under 2012, Nietzsche, Philosophy, Poetry

What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, “This life which you now live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!” Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, “Never have I heard anything more divine”?

A Fragment of Life

Posted on by under 2012, Kierkegaard, Philosophy, Poetry

If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling, what so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility!