man, really i get very inspired from your work, an also this one makes me think about some type of logo, specially for my car or maybe a tatoo, but i would like to create a snow leopard vector style, and i think this wolf/fox at bottom gives me good ideas. one more time my friend, regards.
Ach, keine Sorge, ich komm auch kaum noch dazu Nachrichten abzuarbeiten, da werd ich das niemand anderem übelnehmen. Und außerdem freut's mich schon zu wissen, dass meine Kommentare überhaupt gelesen werden. ^^
Es tat weh. Es tut immer noch weh, wann immer ich es betrachte. Ich hasse, fürchte das, was es darstellt.
Was ist nur aus der harmlosen "Crossover"-Spielerei von einst geworden? Es hat eine unheilvolle, schöne, schreckliche, wunderbare Eigendynamik entwickelt - schon lange. Wir hatten es wohl nie in der Hand.
hurting and being hurt are among the things that make life worth living. It gives us fear. Looking with simplicity, we're afraid of the others... But deeply, we're afraid of our own power. Fear is the key, some say... Without fear there wouldn't be any problems. Everything would seem be perfect, anti-natura (and therefore, unexistant). But a fearless being would have no boundaries, no troubles, no way to improve itself (and therefore, not perfect). Hurting and being hurt are the way to perfection.
Sorry to steal something meaningful away, but I can't resist noting such things when they pique my eye... Supposing the ability to improve is necessary for a perfect thing is logically inconsistent. Improving upon perfection is akin to extending an endless road by a mile.
that's quite a good comeback. But consider this: A perfect being is aware that it is perfect (lacks of fear, love, hate, nerves of steel kinda' man) suppose...
It would lack of motivation. There would be no point in taking a side, having a job, having someone to love, having someone to hate, to rule or to be ruled. Acknowledging he can't transform and move on with the progress society implies you to do. In fact, he wouldn't care about what society thinks of him. He would be ignoring all colective myths and by stepping aside the society that bounds everyone, he would be careless about everything. That perfect being, that feelingless overthinker would be seen as a threat. He'd be judged and be taken his life away, but that doesn't bother him, he's powerfull enough to break free from any charge given. He'd be equal to a beast in a sorrounding where the most capable to adapt survives. He'd be equal to a king, the one who could see above the system and can see what the stage looks like. But it's not affected by the strings. He's the one that sees everyone as an puppet. An object there to satisfy his wishes...
I can go on, but I think I made my point. Life to a perfect-feelingless man is nothing. Besides, I consider it macabre enough to talk about it any further. I suggest you to read "The starnger" By Camus if you want to read what a man without fear is.
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Two shards - seeking and searching one another, that distance a cruel reminder of memory. Memory never fulfilled, and as volatile as these present days on the street. Incomplete, and haunted both of them are.
...Everyone seems to think you and Culpeo are distraught with everything you do, bloody hell.. If I had money for each time I've seen "are you okay" or "hope everything's okay" I'd be rich.
Both hurting and being hurt come back as painful memories But yes, separatte things. I'm a poor audience for my memory. She wants me to attend her voice non-stip, But i fidget, fuss, listen and don't, step out, come back, then leave again. * She wants to take up all my time and attencion. She's got no problem when I slee. The day's a different matter, which upsets her * She gets angry when I shrug my shoulders. And takes revenge by hauling out old errors, weighty ~Wisława Szymborska <sub>