The skein of worlds

 I consider everyone's world(/planet... check my "planet collision" text before reading this one) as a hair in the skein. All of us are part of this ball that swirls as we unravel the skein. One starts another time, place, way. The huge size of the differences is distinct. But here's where a deep meaning is hidden. An important, universal difference.

 The "how everyone" got to his world/ planet. The "why" he stayed. And other reasons, and other differences. But one fundamental. "It's more possible things are as i say they are, than how the other one says things are". And somehow like that we build. We demolish as well and rarely we even abandon. Reasons, we find, we don't want to accept them and move on. It's that running mill that forces us to go back while we try to move forward.

 Reason. Reason grows stronger by time like cement that dries. Strong foundations, strong shakings by "awareness quakes" and even more in collapsing. Who wouldn't want strong foundations? And who finds reason to abandon the world/ planet he created? Who kills his creation so easily?

 Inability. It's a dice and we're afraid to roll it. We fear the dice as we roll it. Somehow like that we make relations between us. Between our worlds. We have the means to "dive" on into another and with (diving) masks to see and show what we do not keep well hidden. Instead we pick the snorkel and stay on the surface. If for starters we enter the unknown and known waters of others. We're drowning, afraid of choking. And this life? To love only oxygen? Some have only a surface to offer. The depth is missing. It was covered with cement. To step on. To "not fall in". In their worlds obscurity.

 Untravelled. All the worlds took a music note before they start dancing in this universe of ideas. Someone chirruped a joyous melody to guide them like birds in their first flight without unexpected outcomes. And the birds grew up and they got their own little birds. But the melody that was teaching them? The one they listened at. They didn't try. They didn't travel. They stayed there. Worthy of their parents fate. The whole cosmos is a book. Don't stay just in one page no matter how beautiful the content is, esecially, if it's your first then don't make it be your only one and last.

 Youth. In mind, perception. The testing of the sea water! The water is ok, let us dive! No, let us not dive, or at least not too much! More or less that's how we do when our worlds are connected. For whatever the reason. We just walk in the sand. One over another, but it's ok. We don't want to get wet since the water is not good for us. We are sunbathing.

 Insanity. We talk about "insanes" and we lock them in "asylums". We, the "sane ones"... We who govern this absurd world. Very logical. Every "planet"(/ world) with an asterroid's speed is danger, a threat. Better to be put in a cage! Alone in silence. Every "world" unknown and incomprehensible can collide with our world and... Reach it's core! When that happens true insanity begins. There is no core, there won't be one. We create one, and for how long we keep it. But the labeled "insane" has no core. His foundation is his instinct, his mood, whatever catches his attention. Your core and your pulverization are irrelevant to him and usually just a part of the process of the collision. You kill your creation. The one you labeled insane has the blessing to show you the way to kill your creation.

 Ignorance. And drugs with mania. Depression,  trends, apathy, disgust. Addictions, biological and psychological. They have always been. Until we die we're addicted to life. And we choose to add up more addictions. In body and spirit, in our life, in our world in every one's world. And that's an addiction. Why? Damn you time! Flow without me wanting to take a dosage (small/ large) of my addiction. A small dosage of a big life. Your worlds...

 Misunderstanding. No room for it here. Time is bold, absolute. It flows no matter what. It doesn't stop, accelerate or slow down. We want it to pass, we say.. Yet, it passes even if we don't want to or say so. So we either want time to pass quickly or beautifully. Or we just say. I doubt it. I'm kinda sure for the other two things. (1) Who wants to avoid beautiful moments, who doesn't want them to last for hours more? (2) And who doesn't want to avoid bad moments, who would not want them to be just a few, if he had to have some of them? People, change, leave, get lost and become forgotten. And you and me in time.. We have to tolerate that. Even if we try to remember it. It's not me who says so. It's time who asks so.

 Guide signs. Like signs some stationary and stoic represent the guides in the creation and the sequense of this world. Imperious and dusty, some forgoten, some ghosts in the streets that are inaccessible long time and/or they never even existed in the first place. And the moron is there. In the same directions. Wherever he was told, he went.. To gather goods to create his world (/planet). Following the signs. Others as well went. So many worlds they built, they must know something. From worlds, building, manipulation?

 Give me this dance! The amusement park is larger. The bumper cars are now planets, human planets in a celebration. And the collision? Joy! Because bloods are trendy, we just need to watch. Take my hand and keep it. Let everything else because the impact takes what you keep well hidden. It throws it on the surface and then you choose. You drown it or you keep it alive? The universe of ideas isn't preserved by only one living organism.


Pavlos - vlospa kasbe

Planet collision

 Real, fair, good, right. Don't exist!
Realy what's reality, and
realy what's real?
What is, or what we name?

 I consider reality what is happening to us and we are aware of it (fully) or not, we interpret it or not and it will continue to happen, as it did happen before, either we were aware of it or not. Our world is full of such functions. The whole set of these natural functions/ laws of physics, chemisrty and other sciences is what i call reality.

 I consider truth every sincere thought, expression or feeling, word (speech), act. When responding sincerely to something that (later you realize that) you don't know, what does that make truth end up as, if not as a lie? Or when acting hasty? Depending on the point of view truth differs. The "truths" we create and believe in until we transform them into functions/ rules of this world is what i consider truth.

 I don't exclude that there could be/ could have been a parallel reality.
I exclude the possibility that  in a conversation about human, humanism, religions, politics, nations, economy, etc even one of the debaters would be fully aware of the differences between what he calls real and reality. As well as! The point of the conversation is who is right. None.

 Everything we know touches us in some way, every thing we learn since childhood and we do it scheduled (subconsiously, like habbit), every thing we've been told and we haven't confirmed (data) we call all that truth. The cause of the expression/ thought/ act of us is our faith in our infallibility. Being certain about our certainty. I think or i do something because i believe it and likewise because i believe in something i think and do something. Everyone's truth is what suits him (me, now for example). The truth that suits him, the truth he wants to believe that only that is and it is not wrong, the truth he can imagine.

 And what is good? For me, for you, for who, for anyone, for everyone? That as well differs just like the faces and the opinions of people. Something good for you might equal with something bad for one other.

 Fair? It doesn't exist, just like truth, doesn't. Maybe few aspects, but that's all. Further on utopia is burried. I created it, i buried it. What is fair? Depending on the point of view of the observer and the beliefs of one or another, fair varies. There's nothing fair in this world. Watch the jungle. That's how it goes, that's how it's done. It doen't matter why. What matters is how much it affects you.

 Right. What's right? Once again it differs depending on the person. What right and wrong? And for who?

 Truth, fair, good, right and rest nice names to sum up, i deny them. (being calm) There's just life and what life includes. Since truth, fair, good and right vary and differ depending on the person and his principals/ beliefs/ fears and hopes and his life (and the way he has lived it) i do not accept one unique and absolute rule. Only interpretations based on our certainty and our will to avoid sorrow in the realization THAT THINGS ARE NOT AS WE THINK THEY ARE.

 Everthing is a show of stubborn people and their subconscious (now habbit, after prcatising it so long) avoidance of the acceptance that nothing is as we think all is.

 So our world is full of "truths", "goods", rights" and "fairs". A change may never come or it can come but slowly slowly. And every "good" change is because of (in our personal opinion) our truth, our beliefs, principals etc. Every bad change is because of (in our personal opinion) the bad, ugly, wrong, unfair etc, influence of others.

 Do you realy think you can define "right" a reality fair and good for all living organisms? (our planet, all, the whole universe itself, can be considered a living organism). If yes, then it's not perfect (the reality), (as nothing in this world), i inform you, either there's something you have not looked for, or something will have changed soon or with the pass of time. Something that you can not calculate now.

 Everthing that unites us humans has a name and/ or symbol, it includes its truths, its fair(s), its good(s) and its right(s). Nations, religions, systems of government, economies. Yet, no one nowhere so far has been able to be simultaneously fair, good, right and be saying the truth. That's one truth, a sad one as well if it interests you, but if not? It remains a fact that awaits to be discovered/ confirmed by the people.

 Every set of ideas, impressions and convictions, every principal, every belief, every fear, every hope, every judgement, contains a set of truths, fair(s), good and right acts. Whole planets/ worlds. We all disagree between us. In something, in anything, in everything. Planets colliding. It's an obvious fact, even if it's metaphorically a fact, but obvious litelally. In idea, expression, arguement, conflict, war.

 We are small planets colliding with each other every day consiously or not, willingly and not, on purpose and not. Other times we accept it. Other times the others accept it. Bumper cars in an amusement park, we travel happily in the space we know and collide. Rarely one accepts to abandon his world. We move like in the streets of downtown Athens drivers. All sorts of drivers. Jungle.

 Our world looks like a big skein of long hair. You can catch one, anyone, and from there you start unroll the skein with a base the theory that everything moves around that hair. You can say that all has to do with need. Or with fear, with hope. Everything has to do with beauty, strength, survival or that just everthing just has to do with everything. Of course the fact that you can give an interpretation, from them or the others, doesn't make the interpretetion a fact.

 All i have writen so far prove that this text as well is an idea. A set of blah, blah, fair, right, good, real, blah, blah... If i'm right, fair, if i tell/write things well and if i write the truth, is something that doesn't interest me. As i explained above, i don't believe anymore in them. And if you, minority of the minority (minority of the people that read my texts and minority among these people who agrees) as you will have noticed we are not unique. First because even the idea of this text contains the set i mentioned. Second because it might be just as i'm thinking. Either you thought of it first or not, we are not unique. Not yet.

 Unique for me are those who collide their planet head on fearlessly with other worlds/planets for no serious reason, but just because they got in their way. Because they don't turn their backs at what's happening. That wonderful moment is when they step on the one planet/world that unites us all, the one we step on. And that moment where the others step on the same world with these unique ones. Many times like scaredy cats because we don't understand them we call them "absurd, insane! Hmph! Rubish!"
It's funny... Rats calling others rubish...


Pavlos - vlospa kasbe