I'm very honest about the way I feel, about what I've done, about where I'm coming from and what my intentions are. Some of you people give me love to my face and talk shit behind my back. I suggest you grow a pair & own your feelings. Removed a few from my friends list. If I'm wrong about you... Sorry, but I can't trust your motivations. If you read this and know you really don't like me, just remove me from your friend list and we won't talk again. Grow up, have the courage of your convictions. Thanks.
Consider that in ancient Greek times, there were four words to describe love.
The first and most base level of love was called "eros" or erotic love. Eros is the love of attraction. It also includes elements of friendship that we find enjoyable or beneficial. If we only love others on this level, we run the danger of using others as objects rather than loving them as persons.
The second facet of love in ancient Greek times was called "filial" love. It is the love shared within a family. Filial love is present when there is a strong sense of unity between individuals.
The third level of love in ancient Greek times was known as "philios", or brotherly love. Philios was considered by the Greeks to be the form of bonding and friendship. It can best be defined as "willing the good of the other." This form of love is selfless in the sense that your concern is for the beloved before it is for yourself.
The highest from of love is "agape" love. Agape is the complete gift of yourself for the sake of the other, it is to love perfectly. Agape love makes erotic love a selfless appreciation of the good. It perfects filial love. Agape goes beyond just choosing what is good for others to being willing to sacrifice everything to secure the good for them.
If you want true happiness, love completely and selflessly by being a gift to others.
The first and most base level of love was called "eros" or erotic love. Eros is the love of attraction. It also includes elements of friendship that we find enjoyable or beneficial. If we only love others on this level, we run the danger of using others as objects rather than loving them as persons.
The second facet of love in ancient Greek times was called "filial" love. It is the love shared within a family. Filial love is present when there is a strong sense of unity between individuals.
The third level of love in ancient Greek times was known as "philios", or brotherly love. Philios was considered by the Greeks to be the form of bonding and friendship. It can best be defined as "willing the good of the other." This form of love is selfless in the sense that your concern is for the beloved before it is for yourself.
The highest from of love is "agape" love. Agape is the complete gift of yourself for the sake of the other, it is to love perfectly. Agape love makes erotic love a selfless appreciation of the good. It perfects filial love. Agape goes beyond just choosing what is good for others to being willing to sacrifice everything to secure the good for them.
If you want true happiness, love completely and selflessly by being a gift to others.
My friends, I do so want you to understand my heart's will.
This is my descent and my danger, that I gaze towards the summit, and my hand would clutch and lean on your depth. To you I lash my will; with chains do I bind myself to you, because I am pulled upwards and I want you with me. It is therefore, why I live blindly among men, as if you were fresh to me that my hand may not entirely lose belief in flesh. I do not know most of you well: this gloom and consolation often envelops me. I sit at the gateway for every one of you, and ask, "Who will deceive me?"
So this is my first act of contrition, that I allow myself to be deceived, so as not to be on my guard against you. For if I were on my guard against you, how could I ever truly love you? This providence is over my fate, that I have to be without foresight. He who would not live in fear of you, must learn to drink out of all glasses; he who would keep clean amongst men, must know how to wash himself even with dirty water. So I say often to myself for consolation: "Courage! Cheer up old heart! An unhappiness has failed to destroy you: enjoy that as your happiness!"
My second act of contrition: To be more mindful of the difference between vanity and pride. Isn't it wounded vanity that spawns tragedy? However, Where pride is wounded, there you can grow something better than pride. That life may be fair, that is the greatest folly. I want to represent myself, invent myself; here in my community, I like to gaze upon you in love - it cures my melancholy. From you I have learned belief in myself. I believe your lies, even when you lie favorably about me: for they have taught me to ask my depths: "Who am I?" And if true virtue is unconscious of itself, how can I be virtuous without you testing me?
Which leads me to my third act of contrition: I will not be put out of conceit with my "wickedness" by your timidity. I am happy to see the marvels of the warm sun rising as I drift into sleep: just as I am not ashamed of the warmth I feel in the marvels you have been taught are wicked. In truth, just as your wisest did not seem to me so very wise, so also I find human wickedness below it's own fame. Often I ask myself, with a shake of the head, "What is there left to rattle at, you rattlesnakes?" There is still a future for what you call evil!
How many things are now called the worst evil, which are only 6ft tall & 240 lbs? Today greater evils run rampant in the world. For the purpose of being truly virtuous, I will disregard your petty prejudices and hunt more dangerous game, for the good hunter should have a good game! You who think yourselves good and just, in you there is much to be laughed at, and especially your fear of what has hitherto been called "the devil!" So alien are you to your souls and to what is great, that to you this evolution would be frightful in it's virtue. Today's "great ones", you would flee from the solar-glow of the wisdom in which true evolution joyfully bathes in nakedness! This is my doubt of you, and my secret laughter: I suspect you would call my evolution evil! The true warmth of my soul is still undiscovered by you.
That I may also love you with all my loathing of your condition, that I may see you as myself: that is my last act of contrition.
This is my descent and my danger, that I gaze towards the summit, and my hand would clutch and lean on your depth. To you I lash my will; with chains do I bind myself to you, because I am pulled upwards and I want you with me. It is therefore, why I live blindly among men, as if you were fresh to me that my hand may not entirely lose belief in flesh. I do not know most of you well: this gloom and consolation often envelops me. I sit at the gateway for every one of you, and ask, "Who will deceive me?"
So this is my first act of contrition, that I allow myself to be deceived, so as not to be on my guard against you. For if I were on my guard against you, how could I ever truly love you? This providence is over my fate, that I have to be without foresight. He who would not live in fear of you, must learn to drink out of all glasses; he who would keep clean amongst men, must know how to wash himself even with dirty water. So I say often to myself for consolation: "Courage! Cheer up old heart! An unhappiness has failed to destroy you: enjoy that as your happiness!"
My second act of contrition: To be more mindful of the difference between vanity and pride. Isn't it wounded vanity that spawns tragedy? However, Where pride is wounded, there you can grow something better than pride. That life may be fair, that is the greatest folly. I want to represent myself, invent myself; here in my community, I like to gaze upon you in love - it cures my melancholy. From you I have learned belief in myself. I believe your lies, even when you lie favorably about me: for they have taught me to ask my depths: "Who am I?" And if true virtue is unconscious of itself, how can I be virtuous without you testing me?
Which leads me to my third act of contrition: I will not be put out of conceit with my "wickedness" by your timidity. I am happy to see the marvels of the warm sun rising as I drift into sleep: just as I am not ashamed of the warmth I feel in the marvels you have been taught are wicked. In truth, just as your wisest did not seem to me so very wise, so also I find human wickedness below it's own fame. Often I ask myself, with a shake of the head, "What is there left to rattle at, you rattlesnakes?" There is still a future for what you call evil!
How many things are now called the worst evil, which are only 6ft tall & 240 lbs? Today greater evils run rampant in the world. For the purpose of being truly virtuous, I will disregard your petty prejudices and hunt more dangerous game, for the good hunter should have a good game! You who think yourselves good and just, in you there is much to be laughed at, and especially your fear of what has hitherto been called "the devil!" So alien are you to your souls and to what is great, that to you this evolution would be frightful in it's virtue. Today's "great ones", you would flee from the solar-glow of the wisdom in which true evolution joyfully bathes in nakedness! This is my doubt of you, and my secret laughter: I suspect you would call my evolution evil! The true warmth of my soul is still undiscovered by you.
That I may also love you with all my loathing of your condition, that I may see you as myself: that is my last act of contrition.
Instead of wallowing in my own bullshit tonight, we're gonna look at helping some friends out.
First and foremost, I have a dear friend in a wicked fight. Give what you can. 1, 5, 10 bucks. Your generosity is always returned 10 fold and that's a fact jack. So click this link No More Ladyparts - Chemo Fund and be a minor hero in 30 seconds. See? Don't you feel a little better about the world and your place in it now?
Another important cause - My near & dear friend is inches from getting her set bought Issue's incredible boobs, go give her set some love and remind SG what a Suicide Girl is supposed to look like. <333
My tribe is starting to assemble 2 days until my beloved Space_Case joins the house and her wonderful boyfriend HopelessSemantic can stop pining for his lady love. Seeing people I love miss each other so much is heartbreaking and I'm glad to help get these two kids together. Love conquers all. It really does.
So many of my Chat family are going through hard times right now and I wish I could do something to help. And I will, as soon as I can get some solid ground under my feet. Until then, know that I love each and everyone or you chatters on my friends list, truly, and there's not an hour that goes by that I don't think about all of you and try to think of a way to lighten your loads. if any of you can think of a way for me to help, I'll move mountains. Real talk.
On a final note. Michelle I fuckin miss you fiercely. The world is a lot less beautiful since you've left.
Love You All,
Dave
First and foremost, I have a dear friend in a wicked fight. Give what you can. 1, 5, 10 bucks. Your generosity is always returned 10 fold and that's a fact jack. So click this link No More Ladyparts - Chemo Fund and be a minor hero in 30 seconds. See? Don't you feel a little better about the world and your place in it now?
Another important cause - My near & dear friend is inches from getting her set bought Issue's incredible boobs, go give her set some love and remind SG what a Suicide Girl is supposed to look like. <333
My tribe is starting to assemble 2 days until my beloved Space_Case joins the house and her wonderful boyfriend HopelessSemantic can stop pining for his lady love. Seeing people I love miss each other so much is heartbreaking and I'm glad to help get these two kids together. Love conquers all. It really does.
So many of my Chat family are going through hard times right now and I wish I could do something to help. And I will, as soon as I can get some solid ground under my feet. Until then, know that I love each and everyone or you chatters on my friends list, truly, and there's not an hour that goes by that I don't think about all of you and try to think of a way to lighten your loads. if any of you can think of a way for me to help, I'll move mountains. Real talk.
On a final note. Michelle I fuckin miss you fiercely. The world is a lot less beautiful since you've left.
Love You All,
Dave
I keep attempting to fly into the future & end up rushing headlong into a horror that seizes me it it's jaws. And then when I look around after I recognize the folly of my desires, I find that I have isolated myself again. So I fly backwards, homewards into my base instinct, and even there I come back to you.
The first time I turned my eye to see you, to try to see into you, with desire & longing in my heart, how did it turn out for me? Why were you so alarmed? I had to laugh at myself! Never have I seen such a complex, fascinating and frightening sight. My heart swelled, my body trembled and I laughed & laughed. This is what the future is made of thought I.
So here I sit furious at my astonishment. Is this the present-day me? I shine my light in my deepest corners says I. Ha! As if I were surrounded by fifty mirrors, which flatter color and distort light as I repeat the same follies! Amazed that I can wear no better mask than present-day me. Is this my own face? Who could recognize that? Etched all over with the injuries of my past, and these scars also wrought over with new damages. Thus have I concealed myself from myself. Even having thought I'd stripped myself of veils and wrappers, and paints and gestures, I find this scar tissue. I am a scarred mask that once saw you naked, and without paint; and I flew away. Live in love says I, rebuke fear says I... ha!
The bitterness of my bowels this day is that I can neither endure you bare or hidden. All that is imaginable in the future, and whatever makes the soul shiver, is more desirable and familiar than this "reality." I cry to myself, "I am whole, real, without fear or superstition!", and I puff myself up with there fantasies. How was I able to believe, these pictures that could never been believed?
So now I chastise myself for belief itself, and this disillusionment of all thought. Untrustworthy do I call these eyes. All time and experience against my spirit and dreams. What can be more real than this lack of awareness? Fruitless is my belief.
However he who has to create, has always had his presaging dreams and astral premonitions, and believed in believing! Half-open doors are my doom, at which I salivate and burst in to. I must remember this reality: "Everything deserveth to perish." Alas, I stand before me, failed & hungry. I wonder how many of you have shared this feeling? Yet I am still laughable, in my present-day me, especially when I marvel at myself, and woe unto me if I could not laugh at that marveling too, and had instead to swallow all that repugnant lamenting whole. As I laugh I make myself lighter. Having to carry what is heavy AND what matters, is too much of a load for this day.
I shall not on your account become heavier to myself. Also not from you, shall my great weariness arise. I have ascended with my longing, but nowhere have I found a home: unsettled am I in all cities, and at all gates. Alien to me, this mockery, in my present-day me.
So to whom of late my heart impelled me, I strive to love your undiscovered & most remote, that is what I quest for.
The first time I turned my eye to see you, to try to see into you, with desire & longing in my heart, how did it turn out for me? Why were you so alarmed? I had to laugh at myself! Never have I seen such a complex, fascinating and frightening sight. My heart swelled, my body trembled and I laughed & laughed. This is what the future is made of thought I.
So here I sit furious at my astonishment. Is this the present-day me? I shine my light in my deepest corners says I. Ha! As if I were surrounded by fifty mirrors, which flatter color and distort light as I repeat the same follies! Amazed that I can wear no better mask than present-day me. Is this my own face? Who could recognize that? Etched all over with the injuries of my past, and these scars also wrought over with new damages. Thus have I concealed myself from myself. Even having thought I'd stripped myself of veils and wrappers, and paints and gestures, I find this scar tissue. I am a scarred mask that once saw you naked, and without paint; and I flew away. Live in love says I, rebuke fear says I... ha!
The bitterness of my bowels this day is that I can neither endure you bare or hidden. All that is imaginable in the future, and whatever makes the soul shiver, is more desirable and familiar than this "reality." I cry to myself, "I am whole, real, without fear or superstition!", and I puff myself up with there fantasies. How was I able to believe, these pictures that could never been believed?
So now I chastise myself for belief itself, and this disillusionment of all thought. Untrustworthy do I call these eyes. All time and experience against my spirit and dreams. What can be more real than this lack of awareness? Fruitless is my belief.
However he who has to create, has always had his presaging dreams and astral premonitions, and believed in believing! Half-open doors are my doom, at which I salivate and burst in to. I must remember this reality: "Everything deserveth to perish." Alas, I stand before me, failed & hungry. I wonder how many of you have shared this feeling? Yet I am still laughable, in my present-day me, especially when I marvel at myself, and woe unto me if I could not laugh at that marveling too, and had instead to swallow all that repugnant lamenting whole. As I laugh I make myself lighter. Having to carry what is heavy AND what matters, is too much of a load for this day.
I shall not on your account become heavier to myself. Also not from you, shall my great weariness arise. I have ascended with my longing, but nowhere have I found a home: unsettled am I in all cities, and at all gates. Alien to me, this mockery, in my present-day me.
So to whom of late my heart impelled me, I strive to love your undiscovered & most remote, that is what I quest for.
I saw myself today, as one who is solemn, but an enemy to my own spirit. With a swelled chest like one who holds his breath, decked out with ugly truths, the spoil of my hunting still on my breath, resplendent in tattered garments; Many thorns adorn me - yet I saw no rose.
As yet I have not learned laughter or beauty. Gloomy, I returned from the hunt for knowledge, and behind my seriousness there remained a savage beast - one not yet overcome. I still stand like a tiger who wants to leap, and I despise that tension to which I withdrew.
I have grown tired of my sublimity. I want beauty to commence; Only then will I find myself palatable. If I can turn away from myself, and jump over my shadow and into my sun. Too long I've sat in my shadow, and my cheeks have grown pale. Contempt is still in my eyes, and nausea hides around my mouth. My eyes are still dark; The shadow of my regret shades them. My sight is still in shadows. My deeds themselves lie on me as a shadow.
I have not yet overcome my will. Only when it is discarded can I elevate myself above sublimity. I have subdued monsters & solved riddles; but I must still redeem my own monsters & riddles, changing them into virtues. My knowledge has not yet learned to smile and to be without jealousy; As yet, my torrential passion has not become still in beauty. But I do long for it. I will strive for it. I will be it.
My violent will cannot attain beauty by it's exertions. A tempered mildness is what matters most here. To stand with relaxed muscles & unharnessed will: That is what has been most difficult.
My will to power must become gracious; Let kindness become my self-conquest. I have deemed myself capable of all evil, therefore I must make myself capable of all good. Not that I would have myself transformed into a weakling who thinks himself virtuous because he has no claws. I will strive for the virtue of a Grecian column; It grows more beautiful and gentle, but internally harder and more enduring as it ascends.
Only when a man abandons his pride, can his soul be courted by his overman.
KATA TON DAIMONA EAYTOY
As yet I have not learned laughter or beauty. Gloomy, I returned from the hunt for knowledge, and behind my seriousness there remained a savage beast - one not yet overcome. I still stand like a tiger who wants to leap, and I despise that tension to which I withdrew.
I have grown tired of my sublimity. I want beauty to commence; Only then will I find myself palatable. If I can turn away from myself, and jump over my shadow and into my sun. Too long I've sat in my shadow, and my cheeks have grown pale. Contempt is still in my eyes, and nausea hides around my mouth. My eyes are still dark; The shadow of my regret shades them. My sight is still in shadows. My deeds themselves lie on me as a shadow.
I have not yet overcome my will. Only when it is discarded can I elevate myself above sublimity. I have subdued monsters & solved riddles; but I must still redeem my own monsters & riddles, changing them into virtues. My knowledge has not yet learned to smile and to be without jealousy; As yet, my torrential passion has not become still in beauty. But I do long for it. I will strive for it. I will be it.
My violent will cannot attain beauty by it's exertions. A tempered mildness is what matters most here. To stand with relaxed muscles & unharnessed will: That is what has been most difficult.
My will to power must become gracious; Let kindness become my self-conquest. I have deemed myself capable of all evil, therefore I must make myself capable of all good. Not that I would have myself transformed into a weakling who thinks himself virtuous because he has no claws. I will strive for the virtue of a Grecian column; It grows more beautiful and gentle, but internally harder and more enduring as it ascends.
Only when a man abandons his pride, can his soul be courted by his overman.
KATA TON DAIMONA EAYTOY
"When things get tough. I'm at my best.", I've always said that about myself. I need to put that into effect.
The absolute most gentle, caring, kind, loving, accepting, light-hearted, beautiful soul I know passed away yesterday. I can't recall if I ever told her how much I love her or how incredibly special she is to me. Michelle taught me a lot about unconditional love and what it means to be good to people. A great source of love and light is gone from us all. So if I seem overly mushy towards you it's because I can't bear the idea of you not knowing how loved you are. In this journey there are only two paths; you either live in love or live in fear. Love hurts more, but I won't live in fear. If there's anything I can grasp on to in this terrible situation it's that. I won't venture to speak for the dead, but I will say, that Michelle was an intensely loving person and I will try to honor her light by trying to share as much love as I can with you guys.
