.
Why is it at times that couples enjoy to stay up late in order to share a sunrise together?
What is so profund in that experience, that makes them endure a jetlag of sorts to cherish that unique moment of the day that repeats itself every 24 hours?
Once I read somewhere that to power down the trust of sorrow, one should relinquish to the possibility of joy.
A sunrise depicts the birth of a day, which in its one simply remarkably different cycle brings the pristine promise of a new beginning.
As such, for all of us to appreciate the true nature of a sunrise is to give power to the most wonderful conspiracy of joy.
A conspiracy that roles the dice on the chances of life and let us believe that the sorrow in our hearts can be replaced by the joy that comes in each new beginning.
By breaking the cycle from dusk till down, one wittness the empowering possiblity of contentment in his or her life.
In the case of the couple it provides the substance for one unique tomorrow of starting today!
I have just welcomed a new sunrise!
I wonder what it has installed for me, with all the promises that this new day brings?
Have you seen any good sunrises lately?
Knowing what you could do if the day could start all over again, what you do if you relive that day, everyday by adding the joy of each previous days...?
Confused, then you need to join the Sunrise Conspiracy.
Listenning: Deep Forest's Pacifique
mamuts@gmail.com
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
To write or not write
.
I begun writing a column back in 2003. Inspired by my fellow room-mate, who had a column of his own, the late Memory_hole (that I so dearly miss), I have pondered on my self-recreation to assemble a couple of sentences and try to put out my feelings for the situation at hand.
The reality was it, that I was somehow seeking for some attention, not that I've ever had issues with lack of it, but more as a sense of being accepted for what I could be.
To some, my style was tedious, to others enthusiastic.
I guess the lesson that you cannot please everybody applies to this specific nature as well.
It is never easy to write from the heart, when the mind is clogged with so many notions and misconceptions of a world in turmoil... my world. The havoc that I create around my thoughts prevents me from going further in life as a writer, as I ruin my hearts content with so much unnecessary reason.
The question now goes, to why do I keep on writing?
Is it more as a self-indulgence, to elude myself into a cultural grasp that quite simple is not my own to reach, or do I just embark into these ego-trips as a form of pulling myself upwards, since downwards brings nothing pleasant anymore.
In the end, I guess it does not really matter, since I will do it anyway. To you the reader, is left the choice to stop or go on... such is the world of the words, as one chooses when to finish the journey that the author has installed for you, or simply to step down at first convenient stop and choose a more appropriate path to move on.
I guess, I will keep on writing, more and more....albeit as public domain as it may be, but coming from a heart whose depths vary as the moods go by. So let it be written, so let it be felt...
mamuts@gmail.com
I begun writing a column back in 2003. Inspired by my fellow room-mate, who had a column of his own, the late Memory_hole (that I so dearly miss), I have pondered on my self-recreation to assemble a couple of sentences and try to put out my feelings for the situation at hand.
The reality was it, that I was somehow seeking for some attention, not that I've ever had issues with lack of it, but more as a sense of being accepted for what I could be.
To some, my style was tedious, to others enthusiastic.
I guess the lesson that you cannot please everybody applies to this specific nature as well.
It is never easy to write from the heart, when the mind is clogged with so many notions and misconceptions of a world in turmoil... my world. The havoc that I create around my thoughts prevents me from going further in life as a writer, as I ruin my hearts content with so much unnecessary reason.
The question now goes, to why do I keep on writing?
Is it more as a self-indulgence, to elude myself into a cultural grasp that quite simple is not my own to reach, or do I just embark into these ego-trips as a form of pulling myself upwards, since downwards brings nothing pleasant anymore.
In the end, I guess it does not really matter, since I will do it anyway. To you the reader, is left the choice to stop or go on... such is the world of the words, as one chooses when to finish the journey that the author has installed for you, or simply to step down at first convenient stop and choose a more appropriate path to move on.
I guess, I will keep on writing, more and more....albeit as public domain as it may be, but coming from a heart whose depths vary as the moods go by. So let it be written, so let it be felt...
mamuts@gmail.com
Sunday, April 29, 2007
The bridge between two worlds
.
"It's far easier to fight for one's principles than live up to them"
"Halfway up the stairs is the stair where I sit, there isn't any other, quite like it"
The bridge between two worlds is love. The secret to it, is knowing how and when to cross it.
"Timing is everything"
And so, they play their part.
mamuts@gmail.com
"It's far easier to fight for one's principles than live up to them"
"Halfway up the stairs is the stair where I sit, there isn't any other, quite like it"
The bridge between two worlds is love. The secret to it, is knowing how and when to cross it.
"Timing is everything"
And so, they play their part.
mamuts@gmail.com
Monday, April 23, 2007
The way things are!
.
"The Way things are... stinks! I am not going to be a goner, I'm gone!"
Ferdinand, a duck!
At times, I feel that life is filled with so much pain and anguish, that I just feel like presenting my species a resignation letter to one of the officials that overseas our life continuance and just bail out to another universal experience, maybe being an asteroid in a far remote star system, where nothing can reach me.
Still, I realize that is not the purpose of any of this. There is always a reason for any such thing (that can be called a thing) to be the way it is. In fact there are millions of possible explanations to account for the way things are.
We can just hope to believe that somehow we are on the right track, and usually what we tend to believe is that whatever the reason is, it is more valid if a larger majority supports it, or if some "higher power" with the ability to persuade a naive majority of the "right" reason then we as sheep's will firmly accept it as the "REASON".
Some feel that there is something wrong in all the sets of reasons that are lying around these days, and they act according to what their instinct tells them.
For example:
Suicide - a bold attempt of escape into an unknown window, as a result of disagreement with the way things are.
Knowledge - a set of behaviours that unravel within the wisdom that dismisses the standard reasons and replaces them with a different standard that is compatible with the ongoing wisdom of the masses, yet camouflaged into acceptable values of the governing majority of opinions...
Isolation - the purge of contact with any members of the same species, because the way things are can never be accepted for any reason, and the solitary quietness provides with all the answers that one needs to overcome the disparity of it all.
Oh! I could ramble on about this all night!
I guess the purpose of this, is to masturbate my ego, to look somewhat clever and intelligent and hope that nobody thinks that this is my reason to call for attention. Why? Because I like to be noticed, without doing much for it. I guess walking in the nude in the downtown streets of Lisbon with probably caught someones eye and would give the police an acceptable reason for an arrest, but in the end, I would just be a goner inside a prison cell!
One can argue that the way things are stink, but if one is ready to look inside finding the true reason that puts things into a personal perspective then with that fresh new look, one can see what needs to be done. For all of us, there is a part to play.
I leave you now, with one of my favourite Shakespeareans quotes:
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)
"The Way things are... stinks! I am not going to be a goner, I'm gone!"
Ferdinand, a duck!
At times, I feel that life is filled with so much pain and anguish, that I just feel like presenting my species a resignation letter to one of the officials that overseas our life continuance and just bail out to another universal experience, maybe being an asteroid in a far remote star system, where nothing can reach me.
Still, I realize that is not the purpose of any of this. There is always a reason for any such thing (that can be called a thing) to be the way it is. In fact there are millions of possible explanations to account for the way things are.
We can just hope to believe that somehow we are on the right track, and usually what we tend to believe is that whatever the reason is, it is more valid if a larger majority supports it, or if some "higher power" with the ability to persuade a naive majority of the "right" reason then we as sheep's will firmly accept it as the "REASON".
Some feel that there is something wrong in all the sets of reasons that are lying around these days, and they act according to what their instinct tells them.
For example:
Suicide - a bold attempt of escape into an unknown window, as a result of disagreement with the way things are.
Knowledge - a set of behaviours that unravel within the wisdom that dismisses the standard reasons and replaces them with a different standard that is compatible with the ongoing wisdom of the masses, yet camouflaged into acceptable values of the governing majority of opinions...
Isolation - the purge of contact with any members of the same species, because the way things are can never be accepted for any reason, and the solitary quietness provides with all the answers that one needs to overcome the disparity of it all.
Oh! I could ramble on about this all night!
I guess the purpose of this, is to masturbate my ego, to look somewhat clever and intelligent and hope that nobody thinks that this is my reason to call for attention. Why? Because I like to be noticed, without doing much for it. I guess walking in the nude in the downtown streets of Lisbon with probably caught someones eye and would give the police an acceptable reason for an arrest, but in the end, I would just be a goner inside a prison cell!
One can argue that the way things are stink, but if one is ready to look inside finding the true reason that puts things into a personal perspective then with that fresh new look, one can see what needs to be done. For all of us, there is a part to play.
I leave you now, with one of my favourite Shakespeareans quotes:
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)
Monday, January 01, 2007
The end of years, the begining of inspiration
.
Cyclical as always, the Earth completes yet another mesmerizing revolution around its sun hence leaving the conscientious minds who roam the Earth wondering about what lies ahead, over the next the revolution.
Such is this logic of life, measured in numbers of elliptic moves, as some sort of measure of achievements and/or failures, if the success or waste takes an hold of the chance that every elliptic move brings. But such interpretation is left to every beholder’s judgment, after all. The immense variations over a single theme are so vast that to actually be able to say hooray or nay to any event of the years is up to a dispute of opinions. And yet, the saying to be right before time is usually fatal for any quest of success. Thus, timing is still essential.
These creatures do live for a sequence of precise moments that linger on and on through the years, as if nothing else mattered, but to honour and repeat that same line of events over and over again, with little consideration to any originality that the single thought can produce out of anything or even nothing.
Let us not forget that, a long time ago there was a thing called nothing that led to something new.
The end of years, brings the clash of the past and a hope to restart with a new breath of fresh ideas and thoughts. This notion of archive of experiences grants to each one the possibility, the chance of being picked up and conducted through life as a growing process..
And if all is indeed allowed, then with each passage of the Earth, the path towards infinity becomes shorter, in such an infinitesimal way, that we are left with the dream in the back bone of our lingering yearning, desire. No small step to eternity should be ignored, as we believe that all journeys begin with a single step.
This year there will be time to yield to whatever dreams may come, if one should dare to come into the room of inspirational nature.
Cyclical as always, the Earth completes yet another mesmerizing revolution around its sun hence leaving the conscientious minds who roam the Earth wondering about what lies ahead, over the next the revolution.
Such is this logic of life, measured in numbers of elliptic moves, as some sort of measure of achievements and/or failures, if the success or waste takes an hold of the chance that every elliptic move brings. But such interpretation is left to every beholder’s judgment, after all. The immense variations over a single theme are so vast that to actually be able to say hooray or nay to any event of the years is up to a dispute of opinions. And yet, the saying to be right before time is usually fatal for any quest of success. Thus, timing is still essential.
These creatures do live for a sequence of precise moments that linger on and on through the years, as if nothing else mattered, but to honour and repeat that same line of events over and over again, with little consideration to any originality that the single thought can produce out of anything or even nothing.
Let us not forget that, a long time ago there was a thing called nothing that led to something new.
The end of years, brings the clash of the past and a hope to restart with a new breath of fresh ideas and thoughts. This notion of archive of experiences grants to each one the possibility, the chance of being picked up and conducted through life as a growing process..
And if all is indeed allowed, then with each passage of the Earth, the path towards infinity becomes shorter, in such an infinitesimal way, that we are left with the dream in the back bone of our lingering yearning, desire. No small step to eternity should be ignored, as we believe that all journeys begin with a single step.
This year there will be time to yield to whatever dreams may come, if one should dare to come into the room of inspirational nature.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Oh my!
Truth has it that life is more amazing than we suspect in a depressive moment.
I grant you my friends, that I have risen from lowest of the low to the noblest of human sensations in fractions of time, without realizing how on Earth do I find the balance to accept all these variations of mood that occur me.
The chance of finding out how to get more fun out of life is a relationship of probability combined with witt and stamina to produce change! One must make changes in order to aspire to higher plains of thought and understanding. So that we may follow into a bliss after a sorrow or go from pointless to inspired and hence create something new, something great, something to be proud of. And the level of greatness is measured by the sense of furfillment we get out of the actions we decide to make.
All initiative is commendable, all action leads to a reaction and after all, any first move will be behind a chain of events that will lead to a constructive moment of life.
Oh my! Why can't I leave the bad spirits behind me, and truly construct something worthwhile with my life.... something worth sharing.
No more!
No more!
I hear people shouting, in their dreams of fulfillment, trying desperately to put in motion a conscience that will make society more aware and less mechanical, more human and less economical. We need some form of change.
If all truths are correct, and all beliefs valid, then tolerance must lead the way. We need to integrate and not exclude. We must be and not pretend. We must share and not keep. We must give the feeling of love to one and all, instead of keeping it for a few. For love is the key that binds us all.
Oh my! Will we change?
Change we must!
Starting with me!
I grant you my friends, that I have risen from lowest of the low to the noblest of human sensations in fractions of time, without realizing how on Earth do I find the balance to accept all these variations of mood that occur me.
The chance of finding out how to get more fun out of life is a relationship of probability combined with witt and stamina to produce change! One must make changes in order to aspire to higher plains of thought and understanding. So that we may follow into a bliss after a sorrow or go from pointless to inspired and hence create something new, something great, something to be proud of. And the level of greatness is measured by the sense of furfillment we get out of the actions we decide to make.
All initiative is commendable, all action leads to a reaction and after all, any first move will be behind a chain of events that will lead to a constructive moment of life.
Oh my! Why can't I leave the bad spirits behind me, and truly construct something worthwhile with my life.... something worth sharing.
No more!
No more!
I hear people shouting, in their dreams of fulfillment, trying desperately to put in motion a conscience that will make society more aware and less mechanical, more human and less economical. We need some form of change.
If all truths are correct, and all beliefs valid, then tolerance must lead the way. We need to integrate and not exclude. We must be and not pretend. We must share and not keep. We must give the feeling of love to one and all, instead of keeping it for a few. For love is the key that binds us all.
Oh my! Will we change?
Change we must!
Starting with me!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
The work of the Gods – How to better serve man?
Forgive me, oh ye creatures that linger in the dark, waiting so patiently for any glimpse of information from my behalf - a being from the realm whose nature light not always spot where the purpose of being is.
If by any reason your eyes came across with these brave words, it is only because you either had the misfortune of being recommended to read them by some altruistic foe, or due to some strange cause of fate that led you and me to come across once or twice in a previous scene of life.
So where am I?
In the glorious Lusitanian piece of Earth, once called Portugal! The creatures in the heavens will know why but even they will have to search in their lost files once classified under the rather opportune category – WHO CARES?
Life here works a bit like a fool trying to tame the waves in an oceanic storm having only the row boat and the fishing rod as utensil. In this analogy my brain and my witty motivation are the two pads I use to keep me in motion, but still they come in handy to keep the boat straight when the waves pass by.
My existence has passed through a rather hectic chain of events that recently collapsed in a month of total apathy, up to now, as I am a few hours away from starting my godly responsibility as a waiter. It has been a while since I have not stepped into the stage of the play “forks and butter knifes”, currently playing in any given restaurant out there in the world.
How does one accept the fate presented before us? I suggest a smile medium rare, with a side order of dedication, to make it worth it! Anyone can live it like a true Candide, where everything that is happening is happening for the best; or hopeful that somehow the boat will come around and take him to the Island of Pleasures where some Nymphs await to end the craving?
Would a good God, so kindly provide a craving and its solution for the human in the second row seat 23A?
Why should HE? Aren’t we all here just for the ride, knowing that there are some points of the journey that are unavoidable? How would the Gods ruin their Ultra-purpose? That would not serve in the best interest of any man. The best way to serve man, has any good chef knows is to roast it with some garlic, onions, seasoning and some potatoes, but this only counts if you are a cannibal!
But if you really want to serve man, you should just let it be, every now and then provide a few hints or pointers that will help him make a decision, out of the infinite choices there are for a decision.
For tomorrow, in that one restaurant in that specific corner of the universe I will do my best to grant a satisfactory point of passage to the countless souls that will share their time with us in exchange for some monetary equivalent and a piece of their mood! With this I hope to bring some desperate sense of meaning that has been eluding me for so long, which in turn will allow me to serve man in a much more enlightened way – this man being me!
I so desperately want to understand my role in this play of joys and worries that I sometimes forget to enjoy the simple fact of being in one. This way I can just let go of the worries that cause so much fuss and hard ache in what has become a confusing existence.
It is not always easy to be me, but it certainly beats being no one, and someday soon this will make more sense to you and to me. I hope!
So for now, ye minds of lore grant my dream of perchance becoming someone of who, you can be proud of saying: “aaraahhh, isn’t that bloke on the telly the lad that I met on that stormy St. Patrick’s day, down at Greenland Creak ?… I should’ve known that he had a special nature in those bones of his when I saw him pressing flowers with a sledge hammer…”
Keeping this in mind, I wish to you all of the best and I hope I can somehow help you achieve it, in the godly play “to serve man”. Being this in the restaurant of the salty waters or in any other set of life where we are bound to meet.
Good day to you all fellow humans! May this be another smooth ride in the giant blue sphere that is hurling in a spiral path through the reaches of outer space!
cocasman@zmail.pt
If by any reason your eyes came across with these brave words, it is only because you either had the misfortune of being recommended to read them by some altruistic foe, or due to some strange cause of fate that led you and me to come across once or twice in a previous scene of life.
So where am I?
In the glorious Lusitanian piece of Earth, once called Portugal! The creatures in the heavens will know why but even they will have to search in their lost files once classified under the rather opportune category – WHO CARES?
Life here works a bit like a fool trying to tame the waves in an oceanic storm having only the row boat and the fishing rod as utensil. In this analogy my brain and my witty motivation are the two pads I use to keep me in motion, but still they come in handy to keep the boat straight when the waves pass by.
My existence has passed through a rather hectic chain of events that recently collapsed in a month of total apathy, up to now, as I am a few hours away from starting my godly responsibility as a waiter. It has been a while since I have not stepped into the stage of the play “forks and butter knifes”, currently playing in any given restaurant out there in the world.
How does one accept the fate presented before us? I suggest a smile medium rare, with a side order of dedication, to make it worth it! Anyone can live it like a true Candide, where everything that is happening is happening for the best; or hopeful that somehow the boat will come around and take him to the Island of Pleasures where some Nymphs await to end the craving?
Would a good God, so kindly provide a craving and its solution for the human in the second row seat 23A?
Why should HE? Aren’t we all here just for the ride, knowing that there are some points of the journey that are unavoidable? How would the Gods ruin their Ultra-purpose? That would not serve in the best interest of any man. The best way to serve man, has any good chef knows is to roast it with some garlic, onions, seasoning and some potatoes, but this only counts if you are a cannibal!
But if you really want to serve man, you should just let it be, every now and then provide a few hints or pointers that will help him make a decision, out of the infinite choices there are for a decision.
For tomorrow, in that one restaurant in that specific corner of the universe I will do my best to grant a satisfactory point of passage to the countless souls that will share their time with us in exchange for some monetary equivalent and a piece of their mood! With this I hope to bring some desperate sense of meaning that has been eluding me for so long, which in turn will allow me to serve man in a much more enlightened way – this man being me!
I so desperately want to understand my role in this play of joys and worries that I sometimes forget to enjoy the simple fact of being in one. This way I can just let go of the worries that cause so much fuss and hard ache in what has become a confusing existence.
It is not always easy to be me, but it certainly beats being no one, and someday soon this will make more sense to you and to me. I hope!
So for now, ye minds of lore grant my dream of perchance becoming someone of who, you can be proud of saying: “aaraahhh, isn’t that bloke on the telly the lad that I met on that stormy St. Patrick’s day, down at Greenland Creak ?… I should’ve known that he had a special nature in those bones of his when I saw him pressing flowers with a sledge hammer…”
Keeping this in mind, I wish to you all of the best and I hope I can somehow help you achieve it, in the godly play “to serve man”. Being this in the restaurant of the salty waters or in any other set of life where we are bound to meet.
Good day to you all fellow humans! May this be another smooth ride in the giant blue sphere that is hurling in a spiral path through the reaches of outer space!
cocasman@zmail.pt
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