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Machiavelli was no facile phrasemonger
No! I will not release my jizz!
– Binary man
scienceyoucanlove:

Rime crystalClouds are made of countless water droplets and sometimes these droplets collide with and stick to snow crystals. The frozen droplets are called rime.

scienceyoucanlove:

Rime crystal

Clouds are made of countless water droplets and sometimes these droplets collide with and stick to snow crystals. The frozen droplets are called rime.

The lumpen: donkeys

i will do exactly what I want to be done. To myself, to others. They said once upon a time that he who is self sufficient is best. He who can do all that he needs to be done himself is a hero.

When all your work was done by you, the quality of it mattered. It was a personal criteria for satisfaction. Now you do work for a master - quality doesn’t matter to you - you don’t even have to think about it outside of your employment hours! You are free to do a completely different set of things in you own time. Is it a good thing?

What happened to obsessively pursuing one and only one thing and taking it beyond the borders of the ordinary? What of mediocrity? The disease of mediocrity seeps in with slavery. Once enslaved, the slave goes on becoming progressively mediocre. He loses all will and ability to think for the task at hand when it is not him who is driving the task.

So should we listen to those who are trapped in the clockwork of working for the rich? Whose only salvation is found on payday?

Are they worthy of being called human? Are they closer to donkeys than to humans? Will they call me a Nazi after reading this? Of course!

One man armies

write a book.

To earn a bread these days one has to just go to the nearest building. It is bound to house an enterprise that should enable one to sustain on a day-to-day basis.

Then again, people have really reached great heights of innovation as far as personal comfort and convenience goes. Wireless speakers, soft yet firm mattresses, cars, computers and what not.

Now each man desires to have all the comforts that he desires. Now there is plenty of advertising and marketing of these comforts (some call them gimracks).

Monks, they say become monks when they are unable to handle the scene.

But is there a limit to the scene? Is there a way we can help those who are unable to handle it? Or we are just not bothered about anything else but our own little bubbles that we are floating about in and these lost little souls can just keep bouncing about and we dont give a fuck.

There is a certain amount of compassion left in people but it is only enough to feed their egos and not enough to actually help anyone.

These people who feel they must rise and shine everyday, dominating their universes with knowledge, insight and a critical eye for detail, such people are a cancer on this earth. They keep growing till they rip apart their hosts. Till nothing else can exist without becoming just like them.

These are the vermin that we have to reject. They are causing the system to overheat. They are calling those who want it simpler and easier “pussies” and “hippies”.

These goons are masters of all trades, their behavior is like a rat army. Imagine men who behave like rat armies. They will not stop till there is a drop a left.

Practicality?

While we roam this planet working for benefit, while we look to help others reach their goals through our labour, we are left with a slice of life that is our own. To feel, to live, to use, to discard. While we feel that if everyone thought our way, it would be a better world, we struggle to pin point what that way is. Because with every passing day, a new spectacle presents us with new possibilities, and we are left pondering whether to keep up with our old ways or to live a new life.

While there are as many ways of thinking as there are leaves on trees, there IS a core to this planet. Hot, molten, spinning core - keeping us all in place, weaving a magic that few ever realise.

Many have claimed that reason cannot be a guiding light to our species. Many say that it will destroy all that is truly free in our worlds.

Freedom seems to be the core of the question to me - is it a result of our reason or is reason created once freedom is attained?

If I live in and look after my jungle, keeping it safe as much as i can, am I entitled to a “claim” over its fruits?

If you chose to move into my jungle, what will I do?

Is living in the city the same as living in the jungle? Are the fruits of my labor, as they are divided among all my peers getting their due? what is this daily commute, this daily communication, this achievement, this camaraderie, this benevolence, this support for? How long before we get to spend sunrise after sunrise without fear of and for our brothers? how many others should i care about? How many care for me and why should they?

to those in delirium:

People of the Indian lands. Your father told you that ignoring evil is alright.He made you and your women work the salt fields, defiling you.Your religions have blinded you, just like they blinded every single nation on this earth.Your time’s character is only known to god. Whether your ship sinks or you live on it in slavery till your death, is known only to him. The elfs are watching your fate..

We inherit the earth.

Confusions

My complete befuddlement at traditional ideas of teaching and my complete inability to do anything other than just blindly mugging up data to save my ass, just made me a total iceberg when asked to do something other than wag my tongue!

Recommended reading for the lost

My friend Droog wrote a book - The Book of Thought, which can be found here.

It suits people who answer “yes” to the following questions:

1.Have you felt different from others for most of your life? 2. Do you find the usual, male-dominated courting behavior unnatural? 3. Do you sometimes feel no emotion, though people expect you to? 4. Is your sense of humor commonly considered strange and inappropriate? 5. Do you avoid eye contact and dislike shaking hands? 6. Do you prefer to talk to people one-on-one, rather than many at a time? 7. If in a group of people speaking to each other, is it hard to “seize the correct window of oppor- tunity” to speak? 8. Do you defend your ideals even if outnumbered? Do you intensely dislike the military? 9. Are you easily embarrassed (by perceived lack of quality in something related to you)?

I say it suits such people not because they are someone special or a VIP, but only to indicate that such people may feel lesser pain on reading the conclusions drawn in this above book. For those who have never felt anything wrong with the ship of earthly humans, and who have undoubtedly answered “No” to ALL questions above, I have only these words - “There are black holes eating up our universe.”

For those with mixed responses of “yes” and “no”, I have to say this - “Rarely is the truth easy to digest. But if you are unsettled by the truth then you are still human. And that’s a very very good thing. That means there is hope.”

And the answer is inside you, make sure that you don’t leave here with regrets, or the next incarnation may well be a well frog or guinea pig or lab rat or something.

Dear Tumblr,

Today my rickshaw got half crushed by a truck. No problems, both vehicles were barely moving, but the truck had 10 wheels so it could slip around in the mud much easier than the rickshaw actually, which was up against a ditch of garbage and a girl.

The rickshaw driver stepped out BETWEEN the truck and rickshaw, as if he would personally topple the truck over.

When a strorm gathers over the horizon, and dark clouds cover the sky as far as the eye can see… the birds retreating as fast as they can, a sense of impending doom.

kingtrash:

chain and the gang poster

kingtrash:

chain and the gang poster

Machiavelli was no facile phrasemonger

(via shahirzag)

No! I will not release my jizz!
– Binary man
scienceyoucanlove:

Rime crystalClouds are made of countless water droplets and sometimes these droplets collide with and stick to snow crystals. The frozen droplets are called rime.

scienceyoucanlove:

Rime crystal

Clouds are made of countless water droplets and sometimes these droplets collide with and stick to snow crystals. The frozen droplets are called rime.

The lumpen: donkeys

i will do exactly what I want to be done. To myself, to others. They said once upon a time that he who is self sufficient is best. He who can do all that he needs to be done himself is a hero.

When all your work was done by you, the quality of it mattered. It was a personal criteria for satisfaction. Now you do work for a master - quality doesn’t matter to you - you don’t even have to think about it outside of your employment hours! You are free to do a completely different set of things in you own time. Is it a good thing?

What happened to obsessively pursuing one and only one thing and taking it beyond the borders of the ordinary? What of mediocrity? The disease of mediocrity seeps in with slavery. Once enslaved, the slave goes on becoming progressively mediocre. He loses all will and ability to think for the task at hand when it is not him who is driving the task.

So should we listen to those who are trapped in the clockwork of working for the rich? Whose only salvation is found on payday?

Are they worthy of being called human? Are they closer to donkeys than to humans? Will they call me a Nazi after reading this? Of course!

One man armies

write a book.

To earn a bread these days one has to just go to the nearest building. It is bound to house an enterprise that should enable one to sustain on a day-to-day basis.

Then again, people have really reached great heights of innovation as far as personal comfort and convenience goes. Wireless speakers, soft yet firm mattresses, cars, computers and what not.

Now each man desires to have all the comforts that he desires. Now there is plenty of advertising and marketing of these comforts (some call them gimracks).

Monks, they say become monks when they are unable to handle the scene.

But is there a limit to the scene? Is there a way we can help those who are unable to handle it? Or we are just not bothered about anything else but our own little bubbles that we are floating about in and these lost little souls can just keep bouncing about and we dont give a fuck.

There is a certain amount of compassion left in people but it is only enough to feed their egos and not enough to actually help anyone.

These people who feel they must rise and shine everyday, dominating their universes with knowledge, insight and a critical eye for detail, such people are a cancer on this earth. They keep growing till they rip apart their hosts. Till nothing else can exist without becoming just like them.

These are the vermin that we have to reject. They are causing the system to overheat. They are calling those who want it simpler and easier “pussies” and “hippies”.

These goons are masters of all trades, their behavior is like a rat army. Imagine men who behave like rat armies. They will not stop till there is a drop a left.

breakfastcookie:

lotsofpopfarts:

Tell it to My Giant Robot by ~BWS

Giant robots are the future.

breakfastcookie:

lotsofpopfarts:

Tell it to My Giant Robot by ~BWS

Giant robots are the future.

Practicality?

While we roam this planet working for benefit, while we look to help others reach their goals through our labour, we are left with a slice of life that is our own. To feel, to live, to use, to discard. While we feel that if everyone thought our way, it would be a better world, we struggle to pin point what that way is. Because with every passing day, a new spectacle presents us with new possibilities, and we are left pondering whether to keep up with our old ways or to live a new life.

While there are as many ways of thinking as there are leaves on trees, there IS a core to this planet. Hot, molten, spinning core - keeping us all in place, weaving a magic that few ever realise.

Many have claimed that reason cannot be a guiding light to our species. Many say that it will destroy all that is truly free in our worlds.

Freedom seems to be the core of the question to me - is it a result of our reason or is reason created once freedom is attained?

If I live in and look after my jungle, keeping it safe as much as i can, am I entitled to a “claim” over its fruits?

If you chose to move into my jungle, what will I do?

Is living in the city the same as living in the jungle? Are the fruits of my labor, as they are divided among all my peers getting their due? what is this daily commute, this daily communication, this achievement, this camaraderie, this benevolence, this support for? How long before we get to spend sunrise after sunrise without fear of and for our brothers? how many others should i care about? How many care for me and why should they?

to those in delirium:

People of the Indian lands. Your father told you that ignoring evil is alright.He made you and your women work the salt fields, defiling you.Your religions have blinded you, just like they blinded every single nation on this earth.Your time’s character is only known to god. Whether your ship sinks or you live on it in slavery till your death, is known only to him. The elfs are watching your fate..

We inherit the earth.

Confusions

My complete befuddlement at traditional ideas of teaching and my complete inability to do anything other than just blindly mugging up data to save my ass, just made me a total iceberg when asked to do something other than wag my tongue!

Recommended reading for the lost

My friend Droog wrote a book - The Book of Thought, which can be found here.

It suits people who answer “yes” to the following questions:

1.Have you felt different from others for most of your life? 2. Do you find the usual, male-dominated courting behavior unnatural? 3. Do you sometimes feel no emotion, though people expect you to? 4. Is your sense of humor commonly considered strange and inappropriate? 5. Do you avoid eye contact and dislike shaking hands? 6. Do you prefer to talk to people one-on-one, rather than many at a time? 7. If in a group of people speaking to each other, is it hard to “seize the correct window of oppor- tunity” to speak? 8. Do you defend your ideals even if outnumbered? Do you intensely dislike the military? 9. Are you easily embarrassed (by perceived lack of quality in something related to you)?

I say it suits such people not because they are someone special or a VIP, but only to indicate that such people may feel lesser pain on reading the conclusions drawn in this above book. For those who have never felt anything wrong with the ship of earthly humans, and who have undoubtedly answered “No” to ALL questions above, I have only these words - “There are black holes eating up our universe.”

For those with mixed responses of “yes” and “no”, I have to say this - “Rarely is the truth easy to digest. But if you are unsettled by the truth then you are still human. And that’s a very very good thing. That means there is hope.”

And the answer is inside you, make sure that you don’t leave here with regrets, or the next incarnation may well be a well frog or guinea pig or lab rat or something.

Dear Tumblr,

Today my rickshaw got half crushed by a truck. No problems, both vehicles were barely moving, but the truck had 10 wheels so it could slip around in the mud much easier than the rickshaw actually, which was up against a ditch of garbage and a girl.

The rickshaw driver stepped out BETWEEN the truck and rickshaw, as if he would personally topple the truck over.

When a strorm gathers over the horizon, and dark clouds cover the sky as far as the eye can see… the birds retreating as fast as they can, a sense of impending doom.

kingtrash:

chain and the gang poster

kingtrash:

chain and the gang poster

"Machiavelli was no facile phrasemonger"
"No! I will not release my jizz!"
The lumpen: donkeys
One man armies
Practicality?
to those in delirium:
Confusions
Recommended reading for the lost

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