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Member Since: 9/4/2007
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It is not that we necessarily dissect information
for the purpose of singularly liking ourselves.
It is however a potential danger
that we only dissect that set of information we already subscribe to,
with our own subliminal purpose not to have to question ourselves
- or differently said -
to only underline what we already know,
to thus "like" what we already are in favour of;
rather than to question what we are in favour of
and thus to get to a different stage in the flux of awareness.

In fact,
to analyse that information source we doubt,
or don’t understand,
to dig into that source that annoys us,
and disturbs us,
we inevitably not only question our sources
but also our own stance of that particular moment in spacetime.

I believe (although I am very far from there yet),
that a more profound level of critique
is one that has the potential to critique one’s own stance.



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My Blog

Presence versus Abscence

Nostalgia slows down timeor rather, makes time elasticit -resolves spaceteleports feelingcreates momentarilyan emotional rift.Nostalgia: transporting younon-physicallyover an intengibly swallowed scap...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:57:00 GMT

three pillars

Tea, cookies, smiles:three pillars withstanding social stormtiptoeing between the tabletopsand the silencesinterludedby a short gentle sunday’s slurpin grandma’s kitchensneakingly courting...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 23:34:00 GMT

Lorenesquely Capitalized

So Roam with me between two flightsat a coffee table over an esspresso - Lorenesquethe drama condensed in the story we make of it;or not:so find I and you you and I in drama ofSo fine a line to lure o...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 23:27:00 GMT

To a Lady: in Succession of Three Things.

- reeds - past- deeds - present- seeds - futureI.Read the seasof mountainspeaks as wavesand ways to memoriesboth so different from stone or salty watersyet similar in desolate statesstarving seeds on...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 20:28:00 GMT

On dissection of information & psychological motivations in the selection of information.

It is not that we necessarily dissect informationfor the purpose of singularly liking ourselves.It is however a potential dangerthat we only dissect that set of information we already subscribe to,wit...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 17:32:00 GMT

grassy will

"will" is but "will" when "free"if "will" is not "free"it is "manipulation" or "command" or otherunder a false pretencetherefore "free will"is a tautologyand actual assumed "will"inevitably implies to...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 17:27:00 GMT

Buddhificial

dear god,whenever you seea singular god across the streetdistinctive from all its surroundingclearly definedacross the words of an emailenlightened within a camera obscuraacross the oceans of datayou ...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 17:22:00 GMT

The Buddha has Withered

unshaven men in shiny BMWsBooming beatsbut barely from their heartsrule the streets of Schaarbeektheir color is irrelevant;they emanate a constant pale.It is in the corner of their horizontal mouths I...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 18:02:00 GMT

A Penguin, an Orange and her Snake.

_log-in:yesternight a yellow-eyed penguin flew in on an inflated orangeshe asked me to say "tinklebell" to herso, i guessed "tinklebell!" was in orderthen the orange saidI had to jump two by rex-tangu...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 19:21:00 GMT

A Spell for Bedbugs

A Spell for BedbugsDreams sweep neuronsSkullwalls ’r’ scrapedDreaded sighs nightlysicken a shapeSquares, and blips and nets and snakesUnder the coversa pillow, a quiltpuffy safetyun-discla...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 23:55:00 GMT