nada. Ayer algo. Manana también.
Me verses me in the future.
How I am to how I want to be.
The present self verses the future self.
Reality versus wish.
Building the future.
From the past.
In the present.
nada. Ayer algo. Manana también.
Me verses me in the future.
How I am to how I want to be.
The present self verses the future self.
Reality versus wish.
Building the future.
From the past.
In the present.
Is like entering a new reality, being created in the very instant: dimension for dimension. Or to put it in Mihaly Czikszentmihalyi’s words, “entering the flow”. There is no thinking about right or wrong anymore – the fingers flow across the scales, choosing their own path through the jungle of rhythm, melody and the color of sound. Seemingly effortless everything merges, to become something bigger. And without further noticing they build a tinderlike structure of unlimited strength. Timeless space. Until the beat stops. The fire goes out. And there comes back the other, the non-flow-reality.
Those words just came to my mind today. A mix of what a professor of mine, who worked on how to destroy asteroid with nuclear weapons because the cold war was over, once said and a quote I read somewhere a while ago.
Always be sure to know what you know.
What you once knew.
And what you don’t know.
Because, if you know what you don’t know,
then you know.
But if you don’t know what you don’t know,
then you don’t know.
How do you talk to yourself?
In first person?
Or third person?
Are you nice to yourself?
Do you pause once in a while?
Or rush through every sentence?
Do you talk hectically?
And interrupt yourself occasionally?
Do you yell?
Whisper?
Or do you mumble?
Is your voice shrill?
Or rather soft?
Do you talk slowly and well pronounced?
Do you think before you talk?
Forming complex structures?
Or rather short sentences?
Phrasing well?
Or do you use street talk?
Do you listen to yourself?
How does your mental noise sound like?
After roughly 50,000 kilomters, travelled through 13 countries by plane, bus, train, car, by foot and by helicopter, 10 months of vacation are about to come to an end. Tomorrow morning. I will get up (most likly set an alarm bell and hope to not confuse it with Buenos Aires street noise) and will do something I get paid for. Longest vacation without a fixed routine, since I entered Kindergarden. The distance would take 980 days to walk (12h per day). That´s two years and eight months. I couldn’t do that. My knee would hurt.
It is okay to be an outsider, a recent arrival, new on the scene – and not just okay, but something to be thankful for. Because being an insider can so easily mean collapsing the horizons, can so easily mean accepting the presumptions of your province.
said Tan Le during a TED talk I listened the other day. I like the idea and to a certain extent I live my life after it. New places force us to redefine, to reinvent and to restructure our lives. Leaving old, worn out routines behind. Thus we have a tool to review our habits and establish new routines, mainly because none exist, but also because different places offer different things and ask for different behavioural pattern. The only care has to be taken of the time scale. Rushing is not an option. Fine tuning is beautiful too. However, to say it in Steve Jobs words, the key ingredient to life everywhere is to “stay hungry and stay foolish”.
It´s the pause that makes the rhythm. The silence of music. The absence of the beat that fuels the anticipation of continuation. The yearning for a “goose-bumps-drop” where the beat stops and a mere expectation continues. Soaking up the silence, breathing through and exploding on the perfectly staged manifestation of music: Beat one after silence.
Basically every western political system works according to the concepts of “Demokratur”, a creative German word mixing the words democracy (DEMOKRAtie) and dictatorship (DiktaTUR). The two stage system consists of a dictatorship on top of a democratic pretension. This is our system. During the 2001 uprising in Argentina the Spanish word for it was coined: “Mafiocracia”. I actually believe we have the free choice and a fair system of choosing the “monkey” that “governs” us. Though what’s overseen is who is in charge of telling the monkey what to do – who’s the Dompteur. Certainly it´s not the people; But the financial sector, the big banks and the economic powerhouses, namely multinational cooperations. They impose their will from the top and make the democratically elected monkey function in their favor. The plain power of money, the artificial construct that sadly enough makes the world go round in a rather wobbly way, makes this mess possible. They were never elected to office; they don´t have to leave or be publicly evaluated after four years, and thus have enough time on their hands to establish nontransparent mechanisms to maximize their influence on whoever is legally elected to power. “The markets are always faster than the democracy” complains a European politician in the weekly newspaper “Die Zeit” the other day. That’s really not surprising, since a democratic process requires discussion and consensus whereas a dictatorship doesn’t. The most ridiculous thing, however, is, that if they tend to fall because of severe mismanagement, they even make the system they were betraying to rescue them by stepping out of the dark, to show their muscles and shout: “Haha, gotcha – too big to fail”. There´s still a long way to democracy.
Well, let´s talk about “Lebensinhalt”. The dictionary’s translation, the” purpose of life”, comes somewhat closer than google’s translator function, that translates it simply with “in life”. I like it simple but too simple is just wrong. The literal translation would be “content of life”. That´s why Herr Lehmann gets furious about the word and suggests to think outside of the box. He supports another basis to project his life onto: Time. Very nice. I like time. It´s so beautifully relative and connected to space as Einstein found out. Time comes in a box, he says. Not Einstein – Herr Lehmann. Drunken sand follows logically. It´s getting confusing. Anyway, this one hour set, mixed together over the past days to fight interior monotony, is part of my “Lebensinhalt” of the past years: Rhythm and Music. Listened, danced and played at 125 beats per minute – the speed of my life. Disfruta!
I want to believe that I´m the driver of my reckless, but deterministic life and that I can determine the course with my decisions whatsoever. It comes down to the question “Are we humans or are we dancers”, though, as much as I want to be a dancer, I am human on my knees with all strings cut: On top of my decisions. No Matrix thinking. My conscious mind is mine. However, I’m a foolish decider, since the outcome of all these conscious decisions is unknown, because the entropy of the subsystem “life on earth” constantly increases with time. If we deny other dimensions of time (which I´m not too happy about), our life looks like chaos to some, but after studying the mathematics of chaos (namely turbulence) I know that real chaos is even more chaotic. I don´t want to give in to chaos because it isn’t. Things happened because we do, not because we are.