Elias

Yesterday evening, I took a seat in my car, just to relax a bit. Right above my head, I heard a sound that reminded me of a bird walking on the roof. But then I actually saw tiny footsteps bulging out from the leather of the roof and watched them move away from me. I was upset and decided to call my best friend from school, who has a lot of compassion for mice.

When I watched The Lion King, there were essentially two points in the plot that stuck out to me because they caused the strongest emotional reaction in me.

“Am I supposed to wander around here in the forest? Am I allowed to be here? Can I actually spend the next four hours here?” All these question came into my mind during my walk in the forest.

I might sound like a broken record saying this again, but: Thank you for taking the time to share your experience with me.

I don't know if you know this book, but chances are you never came across this particular translation, which I think is the most beautiful one existing so far. I'm talking about the Tao Te Ching.

I've usually thought about infinity as infinity in space. Well, first I started knowing about infinity in numbers. Then I thought of it in terms of distance.

Now I think of it in terms of time.

I was standing in the shower, spraying myself down with a pressure sprayer that I believe was originally built for spraying pesticides or herbicides – poison.

I had only two or three litres of hot water in it, just enough to spray myself for 10-20 minutes, just enough to get clean. It didn't feel dignified, and being on a mushroom trip, I decided to let that feeling sink in a bit.

“I have something for you to chew on, I think it's one of the biggest paradoxes of our modern time,” my friend Kenneth announced to me yesterday.

“Now you got my curiosity, please continue,” I replied.

Culture, at its core, might simply be how humans experience themselves and each other. In its broader sense, culture is also everything we do and create, and in its broadest sense, it's everything we have ever done and created and ever will do and create.

It has been almost two years since I listened to the 1956 book “The Art of Love” by Erich Fromm. It seems like it took a while for me to wrap my head around it.