Why do men have to fight?

Why do men have to fight? I ask about men. I ask about men, not women. I do not ask about woman. Why do men have to fight?

Are they crazy? Or is it just they dont have to fight they could be calm and reasonable, too? I mean, I really ask you. It is not a question not to be put up because it is too obvious.

These are one of these rare answers nobody wants to give these days. Men have to fight to protect their feelings. Men are sensible. They are not allowed to cry. They have to protect themselves.

So. You would still kill me for having broken a tabu.

You dont belive me as I say you dont beliebe me that men have feelings which are to be protected. At least by them very selfes. There is no human right governed to them to do so. And I hate you for that notion as I am a man and I do suffer.

You still dont believe me. My feelings are not yours. And furthermore it is you just dont believe me. What are my feelings worth in your eyes? Did you not already snap at the very first sentence? Did you stay calm and reasonable?

It is not about fight and glory. It is about protecting feelings. Feelings which are worth a lot to people who bare them. You dont have to accept that. But be aware. Besides idiots there are men, who really suffer.

Zufriedenheit

Zufriedenheit ist Dummheit. Jemandem Frieden zu wünschen nur die eigene Bauchkitzelung, dass man ja selbst so toll sei. Klar, wenn jeder vor seinem Haus sauber macht, dann ist die Strasse sauber. Aber das ist Augenwischerei. Ich gehe lieber an Unzufriedenheit zugrunde, als mich dieser Dummheit hinzugeben. Sauber ist nur dann, wenn wirklich sauber gemacht wurde. Und um einmal ans andere Ufer zu springen, reicht nicht, sich hinzusetzen, und die Welt mit einem selbstherrlichen Omm zu nerven. Es hilft nur der Sprung, aus einer dreckigen Unzufriedenheit in ein friedvolles Paradies.

Buch angekommen

Today I got my book. A book from Christian Hesse. It is a mainly mathematical book about some basic principles of thinking. I always wanted to write such book. Didn’t do, but am now very happy to have Christians. I did not read it yet. It is a book of heavy weight. I only scratched the introduction and - oh man - I really adore this guy. He is very special. He actually says this book is a revenge to people who show off with their inability to deal with mathematics or their unwillingness. That’s not precisely what he says, but that is what he wants to say. He hates such people, because they go for another world as he does. Christian loves mathematics, he loves to think, he loves to understand, to bring up a world of light as he says. He is afraid of people propagating their will not to understand. He feels that he needs to hate them to survive. Whatever. After all I think Mr. Hesse is one of the really good guys. I am awfully proud him being a Stuttgart University professor.

I would like to talk about the art of thinking, too. I would say, everything you have is emotions. If I say person A is female and has the same gender as person B as person B has the same gender as person C you - at that point - already know that they are all of the same gender. They are all female and person A has the same gender as person C. You can feel it, even though I did not say. You know it, because it is all emotions. It is primitively easy to know it and yet, it is an act of logical reasioning. If I say A is the same as B and B the same as C and ask you if A is the same as C. You then say true. And besides being mathematically adept, you can start thinking about what just does it mean, mathematics telling us about the truth.

Have mathematics be away. Just let us ask another question. Who are we? Besides you thinking of yourself as being a body between walls or anywhere, drinking a coffee? Who are you? Do you agree, if I say, you are all emotions? You only are emotions? Shut off from this world behind a very thick barrier of emotions? There you are. Lonely. Single. You connect, you connect, but yet, in the very last you are lonely. It is a thinking. A thinking of something being there. You cannot say, if it is big or not. You only feel it to be there. It is an emotion. You could name it a system. Or think of it being a point. A point of emotions. It is there. And the only thing you know about it, is, it is singular.

Christian would call this a beauty. The thinking of something. Owning such idea, an idea of singularity. Huuuu. He could probably get exaggerated about such a feeling. It is the basic thought. The basic feeling. Something. And we all havily practise on it as we constantly think of ourselves as being something. Being singular persons. I dont want to talk about the truth. The truth is sometimes hard to understand. Hard in the sense, one might not be able to handle it. But if I speak about beauty, it is no problem. Everyone can handle that. Beautiful is the feeling of oneself. An amazingly beautiful thought. Our basic beloved emotion. Oh yes, we love it and ourselfes. And yet, beautiful is the thought to connect such singularities. We connect. We connect through an abundance of emotions. It is a wonder this connections of single people. 

As we die, we loose all our emotions. We stand back being totally separated. Only watching feelingless. So, what to say is society is giving us a lot of emotions. You may think of society as being interconnected singularities and admire such mathematical spirit. Or you may just admire the fact society being so important for us. There is nothing worse than being alone. One needs connection every time. If you do not connect, you have no emotions and you are just the same as dead. And as there is no society and no lively world you are going to die. Be aware of such. Nobody has to deal with mathematics. But to think and the usage of tools for thinking helps us to build up society and keeps us alive. And this is all so beautiful.

Anruf heute

Heute hat NK angerufen. Der Freak. Mensch, wenn alle Menschen so wären.

NK ist der beste Programmierer, den ich kenne. Vielleicht kenne ich zu wenige, aber er kann schon was. Zieht aktuell ein witziges Projekt nach dem anderen hoch. Nur beim Wort “Politik” bekommt er das Kotzen.

Kann ich ihm nicht verdenken, mir geht es genauso. Zuviel schlechte Erfahrung ist damit verbunden, als dass man es noch guthaben wollte. Dreckige Politik.

Aber er bringt mich auf Ideen. Zum Beispiel erst alles kaputt zu machen, und dann die Sache komplett neu aufzubauen. Oder aber einen Google-Demokratie-Service aufzusetzen. Das wäre doch mal was, Demokratie als Google-Service. Oder aber, die ganze Sache als Gesellschaftsspiel, also die Kernprozesse in einem Spiel versteckt, zu entwickeln.

Jo, NK ist schon wer. Ein Einzelstück.

head shot

There are in Berlin and probably elsewhere illegally advertised stickers. Squared, yellow, of hand size with correctly formatted two male men, the one lifting his one arm to have a gun triggered right to the other persons head. This stickers are titled “CAPITALISM”. What is that?

You cannot go by such without getting attached. At least I can not. I might be too sensible having people being “head shot”. At least in the evening going home from family to work. Somewhere in Berlin on a warm and nicely setting summer day. Or is it I am getting angry? Or is it I am just too dumb to understand the usual? As this sticker is just another commercial in a quite severely advertised world?

So, you fags, you dont know what this is meant to be. What it is with the people putting up these stickers. Such so very nicely produced advertisement. Is it an error of momentarilly being weird? I mean, I am weird. But look how lousy this blog is. You hardly find another one being so lousy. So how is it? Do you still have no idea?

How much money does it cost to produce such stickers? How many people are involved? How many do support such notion? How many think it is good to put such sticker on the wall?

Of course, you dont have a problem with that. People are not shot sidewise into the head. This is a comedian setup. They shoot people in China, but there they are bent down to their knees before. And our Nazis did somehow shoot them people differently, too. And those millions of head shots being cheerly fulfilled by our youths every day really is a totally different story.

So what is it? Do they tell us we are all Nazis? Going to work earning money to buy some food. To have them bikes repaired, them bycicle brakes, which help our beloved ones to survive a not too easy life? Working hard, bent down by computers or else. Being after all a bit happy to have bikes repaired and meals provided all by our own work. And the possibility to trade with other hard working members in our capitalistic society.

It is I tell you a deficiency of our society. A deficiency of us not having worked out a better democratic market yet. Not being capitalistic enough in terms of political services. I walked back and put that advertisement down. But this was an act of destruction and is only poorly adding to the development of society. That head shot is meant to be given to you. They do not want to shoot themselves, that bloody bastards. Dont lasily read here, dont only put down stickers, but build up a liberal political market system helping them bloody bastards to get a real fast market response on their money spending.

We live in liberal market societies, which use currency as that major cultural invention. Yes. Thank god for it. The only thing not liberal is politics still. But that we will do, too. Hopefully before being shot in the head by people, who do not look in our eyes and who do not understand the problems, which face us.

Oxygen

Oxygen gets you high. Since I run around with this oxygen enhancer, which is having two small tubes coming from my ears ending within my nose, I see things differently. I am probably much more relaxed. Everything gets more distance. Especially people. You are less emotional about your own emotions. Of course, it was real hard to walk in the public with such equipment in the very beginning. But people actually dont really care much about it. So I definetly suggest everyone to give it a try.

Holy places

There are holy places in the internet, where you normally dont get. Chatrooms. Existing since ancient times. Being so precious to persons that they order their whole life along of it. As I said, they are sacred. You can find a lot in such a sacred place. Mostly people. They talk. Sometimes someone gets kicked. And then you ask yourself, if the place is as holy as it was before. It is me said once a single person, which makes things holy, places sacred.

Real Strange

Today I did really strange things on the Berlin roads. And when I say strange, I really mean it. There was by far no other person out there being as strange as I was. I was totally weird, the only guy taking care of law and order. Really trying hard to get into touch with people - talking to every different kind of person on and besides the roads. Talking? Not only talking. I told a whore that I would marry her as she looks so pretty is a nice person and as I do not use condoms for women I like. So I hardly dont fuck as I like women so much. Oh, and there was quite some more. I was running much faster as a Porsche. Which was actually blocked by a Lamborghini or so. I crashed - accidently - a Red Bull can on the back of the Porsche. Well, I was just going too fast and the Porsche has good brakes. Not me. I mean, I was waiting about 5 minutes for that Porsche to take another turn - a too fast turn - on my road. Especially the guys sitting in the car. I then drove in a german police car. In the back seat where I desperately tried to get my belt locked. Gave up as I could not find the part to plug in. Then the belt did not go back and as we already arrived, I could not open the door. Wow. You know, probably the police is stuffed by the Berlin city which is bankrupt. So now I have about 5 percent of what happened. There was much more. A giant bug, which I carried from the road into the park. Drunk people. People living on the road. Peeing ones. Painting ones. People destroying things. Rich people. Asking for the time. Many many whores. Some turkish frieds, who cannot vote. But would vote SPD as they momentarily have the best advertisements. And so on and so on. A lot of women. Ladies with short skirts and a huge thirst for bear. Drinking it from the bottle in their hands or cans. Me running through the road. Walking too much. Getting too much into contact as it is all not understood. How much can you do by words, how much should you do by hand? I never use them. Wondering how efficient they are.

A house in New Orleans

There is a house in New Orleans
Far off from any one.
So far away it is the place
where everything begun.

No one goes nowadays back there
To see how it begun
The house is off from any road
It goes down with the sun.

Down with the sun so reddish bright
They both wave you fare well
The sun is warm, the house is far
And you are late to run.

LSD

It takes you 30 seconds without breathing to fundamentally change your consciousness. And there are many other physical practises you can exercise which give you an understanding about the relativeness of it. Did you measure your relativity? Have you gone for your borders to find yourself between?

LSD changes physical reactions in our nervous system massively. Our mind leaves a “normal” state. It leaves a state, which evolution thinks fits us best. Makes us fittest to survive. We have not even been given the possibility to change into a “LSD state” of mind by our natural means momentarily.

On the other hand quite some people today say they gain a better understanding of themselves and things by an increased variety of mental state. Caused by the usage of LSD. So how should we deal with it?

“Structure feeds from chaos” one could say. Means, without LSD the world would be poorer. Means, even though eating LSD is a threat to lose a healthy mental state it could still have an overall positive effect on the development of culture. It is hard to say if it is so or different.

Easier to say is that every child MUST have a political representation. How should a society sustain, if its children have no part of it? Is having a vote NOT a very basic human right?????