Philosophic Hands

Revelations

Musilitar — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 23:47:33 +0000

Standing, staring, gazing, gasping, grasping: music was flowing. Music was reigning down upon the people, packed together, breathing, sweating. Lights flashed. Eyes were opened, closed, and quickly adjusted to squinting, just to take full effect of the vibrant colours spread across the room. Combining every inch of dirth bound floor, every freshly made drop of sweat, every note played from the rows of by cheap labor made speakers, there was ecstasy, pure ecstasy, there were revelations.

Revelations. Revelations after revelations, rendering the previous revelations surpassed, behind, and outdone. And with revelations following each other up, one by one, only those lived the most will stand out to the mind they originated from, only those will be lived by, only those will shape the day. With moist, salty, drop like crystals coming from an eye, shaky, uncontrolled movement from a pink, or even just the motion of quickly standing still, they are born, born to be an interlude to the otherwise forgotten ogle at life.

In memory of forgotten ideas!

Musilitar — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 17:16:48 +0000

“The only sacrifice needed for peace should be the one of global unconsciousness.” – Musilitar.

What better premise could there be for writing than re-finding your own previous written nonsense. I once made a text document on my computer named ‘My oneliners’, and well: this is the result. It is a for sleep calling, wanting to be grand, and preposterous sentence, longing for some revision, but it has some value. While it may not have much value, let alone to anyone else besides me, it is a long forgotten idea now eagerly sprouting new ideas in the very own brain it originally came from. Ideas more thought out, evolved in some way of humanly speaking, and thus, theoretically, making the ideas more interesting, or at least less humming along with the left behind crowd.
Even this very text will once just be a forgotten idea, or at least a forgotten thought. In the spirit of spring, summer, the rebirth of the earth and all things lurking upon it, it is now a good time to re-open our eyes to the beauty surrounding us, to the mighty, live-giving trees, to the small and always working ants, and even to the humans, killing each other and their surroundings, but at the same time recreating and creating newfound beauty with every thought they spark. And so it is that I would like to have said: ‘Let us…’. And so it is that I did not. And so it is that I did not, because I am not preaching perfect truths, thoughts, or morals, I am simply writing down the words hidden in my body, hoping to scrape off some of those hidden in you too.
The sun is shining bright today. The sun is shining. The sun is shining, even when it rains, or even when it’s clouded.

The sun is always shining, even when you might forget.

Agendas: how to make them slightly less repulsive

Musilitar — Wed, 07 Apr 2010 19:26:24 +0000

Spring was recently released upon our happy heads, but that’s beside the point for now. What matters today is that a new agenda is born, and not just any agenda, oh no! This agenda is as ‘green’, weird, dysfunctional, irritating, big, ugly, and unethical as an agenda can be.
The key word, however, is ‘green’. We all love green, or well, at least I do. Have you ever needed an agenda to keep track of all your extremely important feats, holidays, meetings with people you’d love to kill? Have you ever been forced to have an agenda to keep track of all your undoubtedly important classes and assignments? Have you ever wanted to make that agenda just that little bit more awesome? Then definitely keep on reading, as that is, more or less, what you’ll be getting!

Agendas are one of those items that a lot of people carry, every day, day in day out. Most of these agendas look the same: bland.

Man behind desk: “What’s your occupation?”
Me: I fight blandness

Wouldn’t that be an exhilarating experience, telling your grandchildren and anyone else that actually doesn’t give a plastic bottle (new expression right there!) that your occupation is ‘blandness fighter’? I sure think it would.

First afternoon of school arrived, and as I came home, freshly packed with new found reasons for depressing thoughts, I thought to myself: there must be something I can do to give that agenda a bit of flair? In the view of our modern day ‘recycle minded society’ (of which the intentions aren’t always that ‘recycle minded’) I was preparing my hands and brain to use something that would normally be thrown away, an everyday object often overlooked as agenda styling material. I made myself think out of the ‘think outside of the box’ thinking, making me come up with something vastly more unexpected than a normal ‘think outside of the box’ mentality would have made me think of. Cut-out water bottles, I spluttered.

What you will need:

- a few plastic bottles (search for pretty ones!)
- a pair of scissors/ a sharp knife
- an agenda
- some strong tape (you can choose the look and wideness)
- a good pair of knees (you’ll need to suppress that plastic!)

How to work:

1. Make sure you have enough plastic to cover the back and front of your agenda, you would not want to come short just that tad. Cut out the plastic in such a way that it curls the least possible. It will be hard if you’re taking it from a bottle, but you can always press it down later.

2. Arrange the plastic on your agenda so that it covers everything nicely, don’t forget the spine!

3. Take out the tape and cut pieces before hand, you will need your two hands once you begin putting it on the plastic.

4. This is the step you’ve been waiting for: it’s time to harass your agenda for real now. Put your knees on one of the pieces, flatten it as much as you as a mortal person possibly can, and tape it down firmly. After the first piece, quickly and swiftly as you can move to the next, while still putting some tension on the previous piece and chain it to the paper. Repeat this for your whole agenda. You’ll notice (or maybe not, I was unprepared when I did this) that some pieces will come loose, if they do: just put your full body weight and some extra sticky plastic on it and it should stay calm.

5. Admire your work and thank me for this wonderful, though probably still not extensive enough, explanation. You did well, young thinker!

The result (well, my explicitly flawed result anyway):

I went for an, uhm, spontaneous look...

I hope you and your brain enjoyed making this as much as me and my hands did, even when doing the lunatic-ish pose of holding curling pieces of plastic down with your knees.
As if the world just wants us to keep on intersecting our conscience from our actions…

Creating destruction

Musilitar — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 23:55:10 +0000

If my voice could produce a screech so chilling it would make a human’s ear fold inwards, I’d capture it. If my hands could take a pose so unnatural and vile it would make a human’s eye crumble in defeat, I’d capture it. If I could create moments as a contribution to the human mind, the organ of diversion, I’d capture them.
This is a new direction, a new step on the stairway in my brain. Gone is the mildly tried advocation of recycling, and welcomed is the go at capturing moments. From now on, this virtual collaboration of loneliness and thought will be backed up by the graphical treasures this world has to offer: photographs. As I set my very first steps, gently and as least repulsive as I can, I will show you the results of my search for the inconvenient, the unexisting (I am aware that this may not be a fully accepted English word, but I like it too much to not write it), the overlooked and the unthought of moments and images in this vividly living world.

As a very first try at capturing an image that would be worth keeping your eyes on, I took a plant, hung it by the stretchable latex of a rubber band, and saved it.

As if spring was lurking…

Unprecedented by a high amount of thought

Musilitar — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 21:46:58 +0000

This post is random. It serves no purpose. Or, well, it does, for me. If typed in a varying, interesting, and smile-on-face-putting way, it will eventually bring great pleasure. It might not bring me pleasure inmediatly, or maybe not even you, that lonely person sifting through the archives of the night, but if looked at in a greater perspective, it does seem to be quite enjoyable. It doesn’t seem useless, it IS useless, unless you, the creature reading this from the collaboration of millions of pixels, ought it to be useful. If one can take the unbearable lightness of existence off for just even the slightest moment, wouldn’t that be worth it?

It is. Even if you look at it with glimpsy, half opened eyes, it will still be quite an adorable view when you see all the smiles and twinkly eyes surrounding you.
This post won’t be long, I think. Think I do. A lot. And by thinking, something suspiciously awesome popped right into the inner veins of my head bowel. If I ever was to write a book in the notion of being controversial it’d be titled: “Things the grandchildren shouldn’t know, so that perhaps the human race could finally die off.” Wouldn’t it be a good treatment for the senses: thinking of the knowledge, that we value as invaluable to the setting of modern, previous and future life, that we have gained during the course of our lives? Wouldn’t it be mindbogglingly arrogant to say that with this knowledge we would be able to decide the amount of things to be enjoyed or the amount of things to suffer from for the coming generation?
It would, definitely. It’s up to us, the people living life right now, to decide whether or not we want to think and enjoy the things to be thought of like we never thought before, or do something else, of course.

With a clear mind and a fully charged sleep battery this matter will most likely seem trivial, or simple if you might, and that’s why I sincerely believe that life is quite a bit more enjoyable with a mind full of gaps, bruises, deformed veins, fecal matter, and an explodingly low charged sleeping battery causing your eyes to go all fluffy, than it is the other way around.

Randomly (First name) Awkward (Last name), the 98.23th (Title), signing out!

The incomplexity of unheard analyses

Musilitar — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 16:50:50 +0000

Read. Read it again. Read it once more, if you’d like to. If it is troublesomely early, or breathtakingly late, then, once more, read it. If you’re braincells refuse to cooperate for whatever reason they recently have come up with, read it again. Read it again, and feel, know, understand: there is nothing to understand.
The incomplexity of unheard analyses manifests itself in a way so shamefully understandable that it would be pure boosting of the human ego I give shelter to, to explain it. In the light of that inexplicably awesome revelation, I shall continue…

Continuing, in essence, is moving on with something previously started. Continuing, in essence, is something we all do, from birth to death.
Continuation, in this post, will mostly be brain fecal matter, late night brain fecal matter, should you care. With music plowing through hidden canals in my ears, darkness slowly dripping in my willing eyes, I just sit and wonder, wonder of things yet to come.
Which brings me, with a sharp twist of faith in human logic, to the point I was getting to: the bible, and how it is just a story.

When I was younger, and by that I mean even younger than I still am, I used to, every now and then, indulge myself in discussions with religious humans. I did use the word ‘discussions’, but that was simply because there is no such short word for ‘speaking with a person about a person’s view of life without actually speaking with that person since he, and I, are just speaking of what we both, individually, think, without actually listening to what the other person has to say’. Frustration was born, greater than it had ever seen the light!
As I got older, and by that I mean slightly less young, something inside the closed barrier of my skull snapped, twitched, sensed the coming of short-range peace. It deemed upon me that I shouldn’t be having ‘discussions’ with religious humans.
Actually, I should rephrase that: that I shouldn’t be having ‘discussions’ with any religious humans that believe in the variable God. Why? Because their whole faith, life, view, and everything they do is based on a book, a story, a very smart story, as we all know. The author(s?) of the bible was as clear a genius as the clearest water on earth. He managed to write a book that would capture the human spirit for thousands of years to come. He managed to create an enormous army of willing soldiers, ready to sacrifice a joyful life, or even their whole life in general. If there ever was a god, it was the author that spawned the very idea itself…

Not only led this to me completely ignoring any religion based on the variable God, it also showed me why that very variable is written with a capital letter. ‘Sure you know, that’s because it’s a name’, some of you might say. And yes, that may be correct to today’s spelling standards, but that’s not the real reason. Let me explain this by showing an example most of the people on this earth will know: Harry Potter. Why do we write his name with a capital? Because he’s a fictional character in a fictional book, book character’s are written with capitals. Why, what a coincidence! God is a character in a book too!

And so we learned a valuable lesson: do not listen to the rambling of a blogger who is imbued with megalomania. For we shall now all hope that his unpredictable ailment will be gone soon.
To the author who wrote a book that will forever deceive a large portion of the human population (or the holy book of deceivement, for short): I salute your genius, yet evil, mind.

Oh and one last thing: aren’t utterly insane and over the top sane theories fun? I hope you enjoyed reading at as much as I did thinking of it. If the human ability to think was shut down, or at least cut in halve, the amount of suicides per year would surely rack up to at least one more…

If you have any awesomely strange theories yourself, or you would like to argue with me about this hypothetical theory (which I kind of actually mean, for real), then be sure to comment below or send me an e-mail or something, I’m always up for some mind baffling experiences…

Enjoy life, it’s worth it! And to enjoy it even more the coming year, here’s a thing all people could to be just a tiny tad more happy: think.

A testimony, or things the future self should remember.

Musilitar — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 00:02:13 +0000

First off: life is incredibly wonderful. That is the first and most excitingly important thing I should always remember, even in the times and days I would love to throw myself into an erupting volcano. While it would be excruciatingly painful to deny that a post like this is in essence a way to show drama like a pregnant teenage girl, it still seems fun and fit to post as I’m experiencing a (temporarily) enjoyable state of mind.

While, in the lives we live, there is no way to tell absolute certainty, especially not regarding feelings or thoughts, I find the topic at hand to be quite peculiar. Haven’t you ever thought to yourself:
‘Wow, this mind numbing experience made me realize *insert self proclaimed wisdom here*! I certainly wish that I will remember this as I get older’.
Of course you have! Everyone has! That is exactly the feature that makes our program so widely interesting and yet so vividly sick: we can project ourselves in an older state on the back of our moist eyes. Even though we may have seen that projection, that vision, earlier on in our lives, when we reach the point we projected ourselves to, we will simply not remember, or be too damn rotten to do anything about it.
I may say now that life and everything it covers is essentially beautiful, and that I will not grow up to be like my dad: in the end there will be nothing, of that I am sure. Everything between the beginning, which is full of things too immense to name, and the end, crammed with gaping nothingness, is a variable: only changeable by individuals and matter authorized to do so.

While it has proven to be fun, it is still not forever: you and your environment will have changed too much to come to the same conclusion as your previous self. To sketch this I have an entertaining anecdote for your eyes to witness:
When I was younger (read: a few years), I was desperately convinced that smoking was a very, very bad thing to do. To prove my eternal and burning loyalty to myself, I set up what I at the time ought to be an ‘official document’, in which I stated that I would never, in my life, smoke. I made my parents sign it, yes both of them, and then proceeded to put the document in an envelope which I sealed off with saliva. Needless to say now, a few years later, I have absolutely no idea what ever happened to that piece of paper, never mind the fact that I no longer think of smoking as a life changing action.

This is, in essence, is a testimony to the fact that I understand that no vow, rule, or testament I ever create will be eternal, or not until the Internet is taken down anyway.
A testimony to the things I will not remember, hooray!

I dare you, the single living creature that is actually interested in the nonsense I put forth, to write down one of your current believes, ideals, or principles, and to read it again in seven years time. When you do read it again, assuming you still have it, please contact me by using the cellphone built into your foot (Yes this will happen in the future), so we can all have a laugh, either about the fact that I was so obviously right, or even more so about the fact that everyone already knew this happened like this and that I was foolish thinking it was actually interesting to write down.

Either way: have fun, think, and have even more fun thinking, I will too.

Current status of society: preferable

Musilitar — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 23:42:15 +0000

Ah the good old provoking title, always does it’s thing. In case any anarchists – or other forms of life – decided to take a peek around here, do not fear. I will explain my point as I go along.

On this little space in time I will argue with you that our current political and economical climate is most preferable. Ofcourse this is generally speaking, as there will always be tiny tids and bits that will not be loved, but in my mind, and that of probably a few others aswell, our current way of life is quite enjoyable, if you have the mindset for it. More goodie goodie lovejoy – I have no idea why I said that – after the jump.

You can go through life in an almost uncountable amount of ways, but there’s two big one’s that I want to talk about:
1. You find yourself burdened by everyday life, stuck to the never ending world in a very un-free sort of way. Freedom does not exist.
2. You praise yourself lucky and enjoy every day if you look at the bigger picture, always roaming in your creative mind. Freedom is all around.

And I guess, to more or less enjoy this society, you need a few points from number 2. If you have a few of those points, most preferably the soul deep feeling of freedom, I know you can understand why this form of society is so enjoyable. A lot of the people go through every day life with quite a bit of struggle, they find themselves chained in what they like to call ‘the rules’. There are no rules, if you want there to be no rules. Let’s say, for example, the fact that you legally need an identity card. Now, what would happen if I do not have an identity card, and just happily live life? Nothing, damn right nothing. Ofcourse you could say: and what if the police arrest you and you don’t have an identity card? I could, this is still an example, just say that I lost it prior to being arrested. Surely they would not believe me, but could not possible prove me wrong, they would just fine me a bill. A few weeks, or months, later I then would probably find a bill in my bus – haha -, saying that I need to pay a certain amount of money for not having an identity, and that if I would not pay, the fine would increase.

That is where I wanted to get: the ever increasing fines. You do not have to pay fines, ever. It may make your life harder, it may take your house away, it might even remove you from the governmental list of living people, but you can still do it, if you want.
People are free, and with such a minority of people in this society actually knowing that, it’s a blessing for those who do.
People are free, enjoy it my friends.

Oh, and I am not an anarchist.

Craziness awaits…

Musilitar — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 17:02:18 +0000

So the other day, I don’t exactly remember which one, I was just happily living life, when suddenly:

Some dude: “Hey like, umm like, I dunno, like, duhh, uhh, NaNoWriMo?!”
Me: “WHAAAAAAAAAAT?! Some alien with ears on his hands is trying to kill my mother by feeding her biscuits?!”

Okay, so that didn’t really happen, but it was fun thinking it did nonetheless. For some reason I stumbled upon the craziness that is NaNoWriMo (Nationel Novel Writing Month, you can check it out here) and for an other, even more dubious and dark, reason I decided to join in! I’ve been meaning to write something, I didn’t really care what, really, extremely long ever since I started writing. As cliché as it may be, I never got around to actually doing it. NaNoWriMo does exactly that which I never had: put an immense pressure on you so that you are slightly less prone to fail. Oh yes, this opportunity seems most perfect, almost TOO perfect…

I draw horrible comics to keep me sane

I must say, and this is very good, that I haven’t been this excited for something for as long as I can remember, I am shaking with adrenaline, pumped with caffeïne, and loaded with brain fluid. There was supposed to follow a list of things that weren’t quite okay, but I decided to scratch since everything will be fine, and I know that’s not true, but I will make it be fine, even if it means giving up my good night’s rest, my sanity, or my personal hygiene, I shall prevail!

Any other lunatic monsters partaking in this marvellous event?
Will you let the sea come by and wash over you, or will you bring a self-inflating rubber boat carrying a box of life-essentials?
It’s the first for me, and never in my life have I been so happy with the salty water flooding my body, so sticky and yummy…

You can look forward to XXXXXI (extra-extra-extra-extra-extra-insane) posts, requests for things only pregnant women would crave for, and last and also very least: some other stuff.

Hats off lions, it’s time for the hunt!

Proof of truth: a coexistence

Musilitar — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 15:25:14 +0000

There are certain moments in a person’s life that seem to be determinative, determinative in the sense that they could in fact change one’s personality, as if that one moment, that one event, could change what was first looked upon as a given fact. There are people that believe that certain moments in a person’s life can be determinative, determinative in the sense that they could in fact change what they are at that given time. There are things that are said, and by form or content could be determinative, determinative in the sense that they change that what at that moment is considered the truth, whether that truth is truthfully a truth or not. In the end, even if that truth isn’t thruthfully a truth, if the objects and people present at the time decide that the postulated truth is in fact a truth, then it is, at that giving moment in time, a truth.

Moments in a human’s life exist for the purpose of realizing that they do not have to be determinative, to grasp that life is simply an undetermined and undecided concept, a concept serving only the use of being enjoyed, if it needs a use, that is. Moments in a human’s life are there to become conscious of the fact that nothing is absolute, nothing in fact has a purpose or use, and everything once vanishes into little particles of nothing, and yes I am aware that ofcourse that definition would make this text useless, weren’t it for the fact that I enjoyed it, therefore making it useful to me.

That’s where I’ll end my murmuring over the things I value worth murmuring about.

I murmur
You murmur
But philosophic hands create murmuring…