Profound Thought 4 - Stone

What does this stone possess that I don't?
It lives on; through life, through death, through war, through crisis.
Humanity is just an essence, a thing, an ephemeral part of this stone's being. I will die, while it survives, it carries on. It will burn, drown, be broken, but it will be strong, it will live on. It will be here long after I am gone.
How do I compare to this stone?
A soft, malleable creature, being, thing, in the eyes of the stone.
Stone has more life than I. More presence. My life is just a fleeting moment in this stone's existence.
Yet eventually this stone will be all that is left to prove I ever was.
Thank you stone. We are one.

Profound Thought 3 - Our Shadows

Love is not Loved
Hector Bianciotti


Every man bears within himself
partial beings
that are unaware of eachother's 
existence: we
are born many, we die only one - or
none-
and to recount is to remember
oneself.


Our Shadows:

Memories are what shape us as
individuals, past,
present and future.
What defines human
existence? What makes us
what we are? What is it
that becomes an essence
of our mortality - the
inanimate, the trace?
Our trace as a human race, is
our journey, our
story, our history.
Our shadows of
humanness.



Natalia Komis

Profound Thought 2 - The Creation of time

In what way do objects immersed in time differ from those untouched by it?

Clocks thoroughly mendacious objects, perhaps because the power of time has been resisted. Consequently being separated from current events – hoping that time will not pass away. Maybe if you ignore time, is ceases to exist. If there is no response towards change, there will be no change. For all time is universal, eternal.

All we know of time is that it makes us older, it creates change, it is absorbed by whatever is physical in this world. Does this occur because we expect it to? Is it possible that we create time, we create change. If we honestly believe, consciously and subconsciously that time will not affect us, for time is non existent, then perhaps we are then the fortune, time itself. For we are then the creators, the designers.

You walk along a beach, you find a watch, it is so intricate and small and complex. It tells you something called time. However you do not know what it is called. You just witness the hands going round. The longer you watch it the more it goes round. There hands on the watch point to things called numbers. These are supposed to go up, progress from nothing to something. The higher the number the longer it has been since you were looking at this spectacle. What does it mean? Who created it? What are numbers? What is time? Why has it been created?

If humans invented this, then we can un-invent it surely. We are its creators, where did this come from? 

Why is it that our possessions are possessed by time also. How does time creep into them like it does with us. Time is like a disease. A lingering fog. Or is it like a spirit immersing us with its gift. It affects everything.

How would we live without time. Could we? If there was no sun. No life cycle.. I don’t know.

 We have apparently evolved over time. We learn as time passes. It changes. Seasons pass, years go by, and time explains what has occurred.

Does it, or, do we. How did time come about? I guess that’s what everyone would like to ask about everything. How.

Why. How.

Why is it that there has to be somebody else, something else. Can it not just be us. We are time, we are the answer. Always. Our vision is what we live in.

What is crazy? There is a chance that crazy is just a different reality. A different time. Different dream, or illusion, or vision. They don’t have to all be the same..? maybe that is how there is time. We have co-created, co-engineered this particular dream. Have agreed that this time is shared.

Can we just choose to change it.

Why not.

Profound Thought 1 - The Illusion of Time

 To live is to dream, to dream is to live. Reality is merely an illusion. But if this is so then what is the fantasy. You can dream in real life but can you live in a dream.

We pass on that which we  no longer are in need of, not that which we no longer want. Or is it that we keep what we want and throw away that which is of no use to us anymore.

Time is the fortune, the banker, the mistress. Time is knowledge. Past, present, future, intertwined in this vicious cycle of never ending time. The end of the world, the apocalypse, 2000, 2012, the eclipses, the sun; it is all just a simple strategy to explain time. To explain this cycle – the cycle of death, of life , of after life; of mortality. The soul.

Past present and future all but a blur, blurred vision of the world. What it was/is/could be. Why is it never ending? This is what we fail to understand. Why the Mayans decided the must be an end, and why every other prediction throughout the generations has been made. Because for there to be a beginning there must be an end, must there not? Why are we living an ever ending life or dream?

Is it simply real because we believe it is.

It is a possibility that all moments of time co-exist simultaneously, and if this is the case maybe we could remember how this is, what the beginning is and what the end is, if there is one. Can we merge time together, so that it becomes a real state of human existence.

What are we so afraid of? Surely the end is what we would hope for.

Yet so many of us fear it, fear death. Fear losing this particular dream. We don’t want to wake up, to remember. But why, if they are all the same dream repeated. Day after day, hour after hour, minute by minute, seconds by seconds. There is no time span.

Time is an illusion.

A projection of our own ingenuity. Our own consciousness. Time is the safe to the dream, unlock it and you end it.

It, what? Life? No.

The not knowing.

Do you become free?

I wonder if when we die, it all stops being so confusing. Time ceases to matter, to exist. We are just aware. If we just understand.

Maybe that is what being at peace is.