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The blazing fire makes flames and brightness out of everything thrown into it.
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

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“Alas!’ he writes, ‘I am morbid, And have put a purple colour about my brow. All men seem eating and drinking the “Joy of the Round Feast,” while I am Melancholy and silent, as though in a Gloomy wood, astray. Strange images of myself did I create, As I gazed into the seeming pit of others, Losing myself in the thoughtfulness Of my unreal self, as humanity saw me. But alas ! on entering to the consciousness Of my real being to find fostering "The all-prevailing woman,” And I strayed with her, into the path direct. “Hail! the Jewel in the Lotus.”
Behemoth - The Shit Ov God
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝐴𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝐺𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑜’𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡: 𝐴 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚, 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑊ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐹𝑜𝑟, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐, 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒’𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑖𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟; 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜-𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡, 𝑊ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑔𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝐴𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟, 𝑂𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡; 𝑊ℎ𝑜, 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑟, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑂𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝑆𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟ℎ𝑦𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑠, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦.
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I am smiling at myself today There's no wish left in this heart Or perhaps there is no heart left Free from all desire I sit quietly like Earth My silent cry echoes like thunder Throughout the universe I am not worried about it I know it will be heard by no one Except me.
The Sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
Jacques Cousteau
I grasp the thousand-decibel scream in my palm, at its softest points, and unconsciously squeeze it against the high heels of the moon. In my mind, there is the mask of thought. There is a sheet, there is purple. In my mind; like untouched lands, there are royal horses with lively, feathery hooves, -sorrow galloping.- A colorful necklace, like a diseased field, is rapidly being driven towards me -and I had so accustomed myself to waiting for an angel at that stop- (what a mystery)
All the rivers that open their beds to dead-end lives are as guilty as everyone tonight. As foolish as everyone. In a ballistic report of a war, it is always referred to as the land, it has always been a scene to be wept over; to become an unfortunate continent and meet the sea.
Your laughter is silent, your weeping; Like prostitutes whose names are engraved at the top of a "wanted" advertisement, like those who always want to be someone's vulgar contact, like the eyes of light, a fresh memory every moment. It always seemed like them, always without a community, like them. That was it! That's it, officer; the most leprous aspect of the crime that takes a person's mind for five cents.
And I know; it was difficult to write a massacre on the mist of the window that opened to the memories from the sharp cracks of the astronaut who first set foot on separation. The soul… The soul, with every step, a little more water, a little more sacred… The soul, 'sacred like water', fills my groin. While we think that no agreement will absolve us, the machinist who crosses the borders and takes refuge in our civil war, cuts our wrists and fills the film strip.
Between the breasts you adopted, you raised me, enough to promote me to your own civil war. -Now we need to choose a way to commit suicide, without being caught in the act of making love- Very beautiful! But before nightfall, his internal bleeding descended upon the city like a bandit. A word struck him in the foot and fell into his mind;
birds are shot in the neck, madmen in the wings.
I am now shooting his internal organs one by one. Especially his heart. And I hang children, women and the elderly on my left breast like a medal.
Dzivia — Rujnuj

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You and everyone you know are going to be dead soon. And in the short amount of time between here and there, you have a limited amount of fucks to give. Very few, in fact. And if you go around giving a fuck about everything and everyone without conscious thought or choice—well, then you’re going to get fucked.
Mark Manson, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counterintuitive Approach to Living a Good Life
Partizan - İsmet Özel
If you can't be a pine tree on the mountaintop, Be a bush in the valley. But you must be the best little bush by the stream. If you can't be a bush, be a handful of grass. Bring joy to a path. If you can't be a water lily, be a reed. But you must be the most vibrant reed in the lake. We can't all be captains, we have to be crew members. There's a job for everyone here. If you can't be a street, be an alley. Winning or losing isn't the measure. Whatever you are, be the best at it…
You know it's a shame when a woman Spends all the time alone When I am perfectly willing To give her everything she needs
I don't care about her past I don't care what she's been through I just want to feel one night with good love' baby That's all I want to do So, baby, if you've got the feeling I want to give you that midnight healing You know what I am talking about, yeah
Just turn the lights down, love Come right on over here to me I know you don't want no commitments, baby I just want to set your body free
I don't care what's going on In the night I'll shut my door I just want to get your head back, baby Give you all the love I got, for sure So, baby, if you've got that feeling You know I wanna give you that midnight healing Oh, I just want to make love to you all night long Midnight healing, baby Yeah, you know what I am talking about
Just light me up a cigarette, baby And lock the door when you leave And call me when you need some good loving 'Cause you know I am gonna please you
And you know I'll be around Yeah, you know I've got the time I just wanna heal your body, baby Make it all fall into line
So, baby, when you get that feeling Oh, I wanna give you that midnight healing, yeah I just wanna make sweet love to you, girl Ain't gonna do you no harm Yeah, I just want to heal your body, baby Oh, I just want to heal your body
Midnight healing I just wanna make sweet love to you
Yıkılma Sakın - İsmet Özel

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Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
The Death of Orpheus 1870 by Henri Leopold Lévy