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Longing for faraway places, nostalgia and such things
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Longing for faraway places, nostalgia and such things

Permanent Linkby CantThinkOfAny on Sat Dec 31, 2011 1:56 pm

There is a replica of a painting in our living room. The painting is originally by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema and it is called The Unconscious Rivals. It depicts two women, one sitting and one standing, on a balcony under a large, painted barrel roof with one open end showing a view of the sea and a cape, covered with forest and a two white structures.

We have another painting, made by some unknown artist. It depicts a view of a treeless island rising from the sea.

Consider distance, dear reader. Consider the place you are at this moment and, after that, consider all the places you have been and finally consider all the places you haven't been.

I shall give you a task now, dear reader. Look outside the nearest window. I invite you to share the view on the comments.

I tell what I see: the window is narrow and tall, behind it I see snow falling. Tiny snowflakes slowly falling to the already white ground, mixing with the green of the lawn. I see an old, horse driven plough, used as an ornament.

I see bare trees, an edge of a forest. A tall, straight, leafless aspen and much shorter cluster of rowans. Behind them I see an even taller spruce. Next to the forest is tall rock, a natural formation common here, covered with green, snow covered moss. On the slopes grows short pines.

It is getting darker.

I have a weird desire, a mood of longing, to be in new places, to see them. And yet I fail at this. One's fantasies are so much fuller of experience than reality. Reality is a disappointment.

Is your experience fuller, dear reader? Do you see more and feel more?

Consider your past, dear reader. Give yourself a moment to watch it, to explore whatever images arises, real or unreal. I invite you to share moments of excitement, of sense of wonder and of fulfillment and of nostalgic magic.

I was in Egypt in 2000, I was about 11 or 12. Cairo, the pyramids and the Sphinx, the red sea, Karnak, the Valley of the Kings and so on. An image of the sun arising over the cliffs in the desert, as we sat in a bus to Cairo. A small cruise on the Nile.

To be honest, it wasn't that great. And it doesn't feel like I ever was in these places, it was somebody else. And yet it was great, the memories, pruned of all the nasty things, condensed to brilliant visions and pieces of ancient mosaic, are fantastic, so much more lasting.

After all, I remember being in these places, yet I have forgotten the innumerable days I went to school. They contain no memories, merely repetition, moods, rather than visions.

I do remember our school or class or something walked to this reservoir near this house. And there we saw young grass snakes.

And I remember the time I was on a scouts camp and we had been walking the whole day. We stayed on the bottom of a small quarry. And I remember we walked on a enormously long and straight road, surrounded by spruces and two shallow ditches where wild raspberry bushes grew. I ate some of the raspberries. And then, finally we reached the end of the road and it made a sharp turn. And I peeked behind the corner and saw an identical road. I stood at the corner and saw two identical stretches of long straight road in the middle of the forest :lol:

It wasn't as much funny as unbelievable at that moment, but now it is funny.

I was at CERN, in Switzerland. Funny how you can almost forget such a thing. It was a week long school trip. We stayed at a hostel in Geneva. We made a trip to the Aiguille du Midi. At the village at the bottom, Chamonix I believe it was, we took a cable car to the top, great view.

On the same trip we drove through Mont Blanc Tunnel to Italy on this huge tourist bus. The plan was to drive through some nice scenic route over the alps back to Switzerland. Unfortunately the snow or something had blocked to route. And luckily the Swiss driver was an apparent magician, as he managed to turn the bus on the narrow serpentine...

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On drukendness

Permanent Linkby CantThinkOfAny on Thu Dec 22, 2011 4:03 pm

It is facsinating what a one experienes after two pottles of ros´we wine dranken in shaort period of time. :lol:

Everything spins. It is hard to consenrrate on any fixed point, and the dizzybnes is veru bad.ö

You justr cant keep a thought in your head. You don't question what you do, it is absolute indoubtedle fascinating.

You see thing differently and somehow thing that seemed so difficult and hard and ######6 not for me things are so NATURAl and pure and easy and , above al, SO MUCH FUn, :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

IT is unbelievable.

Well. This is jkinda pointrless.

See you later, Sirs and MAdames and whatever.

:lol: :lol: :lol:

Oh dear. how meyhanol always runs out. :(

Thank God I am sitting. I would faall standing up.

All muscle tension weird. Very hard to consentrate, :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: ...

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On action

Permanent Linkby CantThinkOfAny on Tue Dec 20, 2011 10:28 pm

What will you do next?

That is living.

Life is nothing but a succession of actions.

This is easily proven. For every action you do, there is also an action that follows.

Except for one action.

Death. That is the final act and nothing follows it. No action at all.

Thus, to take action is to live. To live is to take action.

Ask yourself, "what will you do next?"

I shall do the same. First I ask, "what I do now?" The answer is, I sit here, on this IKEA bought chair, keeping my legs on the other chair, wooden one, listening to Eurythmics on YouTube.

What will I do next? Probably sit here for some more, listen to some more songs, maybe watch an episode of some old obscure British comedy series and then go to bed.

Why do I do that? Why is that the likeliest action to follow? Is it the optimal, or even best, thing to do?

I don't really know the answer to those questions.

But if I don't know, really, why I do what I do, why do I do them? Does it make me happy? Satisfied? Will it make my life better?

I don't know the answer to any of these.

Thus I have to conclude that what I do is not in my control, not really. The reasons for me doing them are unknown to me. I do things, when asked why, I don't know the reasons to.

Many would probably say that they do so and so because they like doing so and so. What is this liking?

Is it the path of least resistance? In many cases not, for many climb mountains and and jump out of planes and travel to far away places and say they do it because they like it, but these things require much energy and resources.

Thus, the question becomes not what will you do next, but why will you do it? For you will do something.

To some this question is meaningless. To some it is not.

It is often said that you should do what you feel is "right" or "what you want to do" or "what makes you happy".

I am hardly an expert on life. And I have just proven I don't know myself enough to even tell why I do the things I do.

Ergo

:?

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Test

Permanent Linkby CantThinkOfAny on Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:23 pm

Just testing, nothing to see here (yet...).

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