Ordinary day, ordinary year. Period.
What’s the difference,…people. Stones, object this and object that. And then there are people. People lie around, talk, haggle, mumble, among other things. Very little point in trying to understand the ‘why’ part of it. They exist with absolutely nothing specific. Some say survival. Reminds me of Keynes who says, “In the long run we are all dead”. People seem to have a spontaneous character, history, some element of an explanation attached to their individual existence.
For the initiated, this character progressively makes itself evident in every element tangible to the senses.
The path from conscious action to the unconscious understanding.
Discarding primitive intelligence by the wayside.
Nice!
Am I a reminiscent of Nietzsche?
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