Idei si discutii complicate, despre niste lucruri foarte simple.
"Razboiul nu este decat o continuare a politicii cu alte mijloace.
Zdrobirea adversarului este obiectivul firesc al actiunii militare, si daca vrem sa ramanem la rigoarea filosofica a notiunii, in fond nici nu poate exista alt obiectiv.
Razboiul este un act de violenta, si in folosirea acesteia nu exista limite; astfel, fiecare parte ii impune celeilalte legea sa, rezultand o actiune reciproca, care, conform definitiei, trebuie sa ajunga la extrem.
Nu se paote introduce un principiu al moderatiei in insasi filosofia razboiului, fara a comite o absurditate.
In chesti atat de serioasa ca razboiul, erorile nascute din bunatate pot fi cele mai daunatoare.
Astfel trebuie privite lucrurile si este o stradanie inutila, chiar nefireasca, de a ignora natura elementului brutal din cauza repulsiei ce ne-o provoaca."
Calr Von Clausewitz (1792–1831)
You understand that the visions can be as true as reality. But only that which is real remains after the vision fades. At this point, it does not matter what is true or what is illusion. This is only about the darkness we keep burrid inside. We are bent to despise it, but still, darkness is the source of all that comes into light.
We all have visions, and we hide them from others, and most of the times from ourselves. Visions are merely a reflection of our hidden darkness. Each heart contains a fire, and the fire sheds a light inside the soul. There, the true and pure light of our hidden fire, is reflected and distorted in the dark chambers of our soul, and from there it travels to the eyes of the mind. All visions defines us. In time, if we apply a dilligent control and enough willpower, the vision may become reality. When it happens, it is said that we have completed a "lesser work". We "create" something from the elements that were given to us. From our vision and enlightment, we give birth to something new in this reality.
Visions, dreams and merely thougts, are reflections from our own voids. Each man is born with a hole in his heart, and our urge is to fill it. We all try and fail. We do not understand that we contain within something that cannot be filled. God created man, and placed infinity in his heart, giving him no power or wits to understand it.
Some of us have a hole, and they try to fill a dark void - and the void consumes everything.
...and yet, the yearning and the hunger remains in us.
Others have a fire, and they try to feed it - but the fire consumes everything.
...and yet, the yearning and the hunger remains in us.
So tell me now child, from where we mortals are standing, is there a diffrence between light and darkness?
[ In time you will learn. ]
Then God said, "Let there be light," and there was light.
God saw how good the light was.
God then separated the light from the darkness."
The division between light and darkness was the first act of creation.
Light reveals all that is created, and trough light we can contemplate the work of God and the boundaries of our physical reality. This fact hides a deeper secret, a deeper meaning. As the rays of light reflects from all things, reality is percieved and seen by all living things. But in the darkness, all stays hidden.
Darkness is neither the enemy of light, neither it's sorce of power. Darkness is more complex, since hides within itself a greater hole, that is not filled until it is brought into the light. All that IS, and is seen, is a complete and finite work. That which is hidden, hides greatness whithin, since it contains all the forms to whitch it culd give birth to.
So it would be wise to say, that all creation comes from darkness, as the light of the sun only reveals it. Darkness is a great void, a infinite fountain from which all the deeds of mortals sprout and come to life.
"- Watch that epmty field that lays before you... and close your eyes...
Try to imagine. You see a great castle upon the field. You see roads, traders, villages and many people. The banners fly proud on the tallest towers, and the swords and shields of the soldiers shine from afar like a necklace of rubies, reflected by the sunset..."
The vision seems as real as it could be, but once you open your eyes, it fades away. A feel of regret lurks your heart, and for a second you feel as if you have lost something precious...
[ explore the dark void within tyself ]
Iarna asta a fost, este, si va fi de cacat. Am stiut asta inca dinainte de craciun, dar am sperat. In zadar. Pe langa "criza mondiala", o serie de alte evenimente de rahat s-au mai petrecut. Din SUA, a fost pusa o maimuta din Kenia "sa conduca lumea". Inlocuiesti prostul cu maimulta, si daca se poate, cat mai putini oameni din fosta administratie.
Ce obtii?
O mare schimbare! - Ma leshi cioara?
La noi in cloaca, in numele "foamei" si-a "cascavalului", doua partide (teoretic) diametral opuse, se aliaza, spre a ne fute noua destinul si viata inca 4 ani.
Va fi un an greu, ne avertizeaza toti cei carora afacerile le-au mers bine dintotdeauna.
E saracie mare peste tot. Chiar si in ceruri!
Zapada n-a fost pe la noi.
E normal.
E "criza"!
Cativa bucuresteni s-au panicat, avand impresia ca a venit iarna peste ei, dar eu, care stau in Pula Nordului, de ani intregi n-am mai simtit cu adevarat spiritul hibernal. Am vazut ceva zapada, dar asta pentru ca am cautat-o mult si bine. Dar nici asa, nu m-am lasat dus de iluziile unei ierni inexistente, care te provoaca sa-ti bagi pula in primavara ce va veni.
Mergi acum, in Ianuarie pe munte, si te trezesti ca acolo sus a venit primavara. Fleasca, noroi, apa si ceatza. Din cand in cand mai vezi si soarele, asta cand coboara norii sa-i innabuse pe viermii de jos, din orase. Tot ce se intampla, mi se pare o blasfemie din punct de vedere meteorologic.
Nu exista incalzire globala?
Bine mai pula, dar unde-s iernile de alta data?
In cativa ani, dispare un annotimp la paralela 45 vazand cu ochii, in timp ce altii se dau de ceasu mortii sa ma convinga ca totul e perfect normal.
[ De cacat ]