Das Sein und der TOD

O Ser E a Morte

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Τὰ τῶν θεῶν προνοίας μεστά. τὰ τῆς τύχης οὐκ ἄνευ φύσεως ἢ

συγκλώσεως καὶ ἐπιπλοκῆς τῶν προνοίᾳ διοικουμένων. πάντα

ἐκεῖθεν ῥεῖ· πρόσεστι δὲ τὸ ἀναγκαῖον καὶ τὸ τῷ ὅλῳ κόσμῳ

συμφέρον, οǷ μέρος εἶ. παντὶ δὲ φύσεως μέρει ἀγαθόν, ὃ φέρει

ἡ τοῦ ὅλου φύσις καὶ ὃ ἐκείνης ἐστὶ σωστικόν. σῴζουσι δὲ

κόσμον, ὥσπερ αἱ τῶν στοιχείων, οὕτως καὶ αἱ τῶν συγκριμάτων

μεταβολαί. ταῦτά σοι ἀρκείτω· ἀεὶ δόγματα ἔστω. τὴν δὲ τῶν

βιβλίων δίψαν ῥῖψον, ἵνα μὴ γογγύζων ἀποθάνῃς, ἀλλὰ ἵλεως

ἀληθῶς καὶ ἀπὸ καρδίας εὐχάριστος τοῖς θεοῖς.
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is

to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.

Carl Jung
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BEING IN DISASTER FALL BECAUSE YOU ALMOST EXIST

IN A LINE DESTINY GOING GOING LIFE -LIFE IS NOT

DESTINY-IT- THE THING-IS NOT WHAT MAN THINK-

IT'S ALL BUT A DREAM-NONSENSE LIFE IN A NO SENSE

RISE OF A MULTITUDE OF POSSIBILITIES-ΨΔ2.4π8-AND IT

ALL GOES ON, HORIZON.... be mother

the lioness that ugly

teeth of death.

Well boys of blogs and nonsense

This is a dying 
me horse dying near Samarcanda
...
 people among gents
silk and female smile
human flesh
human
light
in the front line of the desert
(who is the me of I?)
  one day the i will be soft
as beer
(the end of my night)
 La belle femme
Thai Sirikiti
An array of sequences
the Void
(-The stupid line between this and there-,he said)
Entanglement
Qubit
death Live
Yorkshire blue 
kingdom
the ultimate Non Sense
the  i
the you
nothing
the shadow
of  us
electric humans
(i've been in two wars -this will kill me dead-a corpse a null thing; God knows, i know, this will be terminal-a lapse of time-a song in the distant wave coming  to shore-a draft of human think and thought-a kiss of the northern wind-a nothing) 
Being
in
aether
no more
Back there
Still in Here
waiting
a gun
my fool solitude
a dark shot
brains skull
nothing
i drink to my memoirs
death is alright
dying i can't get no
why
the blood, the minute final
the rotten burnt flesh
(no mama here, just this and god)
and
the infinite
being


of be
so near
ecce homo
naked
packed bones
a
thing
floating
in
the
future
(l'avenir?)
the horror
the horror
the horror
 the Light
nightmare
death

close my eyes

exílio

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone

T.S. Eliot

The Doctor

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End...Listen Loud

To Rui Cascais
Greek by Marcus Aurelius
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