Hee kijk:

Er ligt allemaal zee in ‘t water.

The universe wants to fuck you.

This may sound like a bad thing. By the time you notice it could be a good thing, there’s all this resistance built up that probably should dissolve a bit before we can check out how good of a thing it is.

But just as struggling when the universe fucks you is deeply pointless ¹, unbuilding resistance through struggle never got me anywhere.

But to get back to the point: you, me, the universe. Wanna get it oan toniyeeite? That’s what all this talk about ‘the beloved’ is about, yesno? I’m sort of wary of the tendency to not take that word for a too literal image, ’cause it implies that fucking is something to be overcome. We’ll see, but for now, that seems like just another throwback to asceticism.

1) although it might appear sexy to some ²

2) really? who? or even, where?

Beats don’t mark time, nor are they marked by time – they just groovily pulsate your sensual experience, making your aliveness reverberate joyously in recognition.

The obliviously cheerful patterning of plants.

Als ‘t niet gewoon gaat dan moet ‘t maar achterlijk.
(If it doesn’t get done the normal, mature, healthy way, then the retarded way is the better option.) ¹

Power animals of the pain forest.

(Seen on the street:)
If your heart is free, you are standing on liberated territory. Defend it.

1) Edit 6-6: Niet achterlijk doen natuurlijk! Achterleuk, heb ik ‘t over.
(You don’t like puns anyway, right?)

It’s very dangerous to think about how to make life better (as opposed to e.g. how to have a better life), because you might start to feel encouraged to make other people’s life better too.

Living amongst a lot of humans of a purportedly lower civilizational level (according to at least two ideologies I know myself to have been way over-involved with in the unmourned past) has shown me the stupidity of believing that concepts like ‘civilizational level’ are remotely useful as a descriptor of humans. If you think you win something by categorizing, why not rank people according to niceness? (My neighbourhood wins.)

Relative to their power, there might not be that much difference in the amount of happiness/suffering the different civilizations have caused in other beings anyway. And if you think this can and should be measured, and you think the implications of those measurements can be analyzed and used to steer your actions, and predict how awesomely humanist the effects of those actions will be, well: good to know, because it’s good to know that you’re a cold blooded psycho crazy person from Looneyville, and I’ll politely avoid you.

I can do soma fine, I’m mildly able at emotional stuff, I’m good but terrifyingly finicky about identity, but as for matters of aliveness and vitality: weren’t never allowed to develop a clue, really. (Nor western culture, sad to say: that stratum of being is direly overlooked ’round these parts.) I feel like I’ve been dragged schlepped and yanked out of situations in which my vital body tried to show me what to do at that moment, by a lot of people who made it their business to save me from my dirty lazy dangerous self, way too many times. Oooh weren’t they being selfless for doing that, they thought, I suppose.

Weird that I touch at an image of a kind of fourfold organization of the human again after lo these many years. Well at least I’m not mistaking what identity is as fervently as ol’ Rudi. I hope.

In a way that may seem superficially contradictory at first, addiction compulsion and obsession can play a healthy role: they may function as a lever that when pushed switches the human into a mode where relaxation is allowed. Hey, it’s more important than it feels like, for most humans, don’t knock some risk-taking along the way to gettin’ some.

The quibbles raised against abandoning the projects of hope, or the cessation of the illusion of choice, or giving up on the supposed need to find understanding to guide my actions all amount to the same thing: “but won’t that mean you’ll do wrong things and/or fail to do good things?”; and can all be refuted by acknowledging the role of interest. Being consistently appears interested and interesting, there’s nothing that suggests being will suddenly become uninteresting when hope, choice or understanding aren’t there; and hints that it will contrariwise appear more interesting and interested are plentiful.