I will never understand where I am. I never want to understand where I am. Watching is what I do. Watching you and the you next to you do the same stuff over and over again. The borderline between the watching and the doing. The pointlessness of both. The nihilistic world view kicking in. Can we ever get away from the nihilistic view point? Is this viewpoint pushing us away from the hidden?


Questions and no answers. There are no answers but only questions. If we ever answer the questions we will see where we are and the illusion is destroyed. If we know where we actually are then I might scare us to death. What do you do for a living? It means nothing whatever you do. You are not special. There is no special. There is the lucky and the unlucky. The unlucky are becoming the silent majority. The majorty that will never rise up. The majority that will get stuck between those that take and those that take.