In a world where Daria would be a Queen

“Damn, I would say she’s the reincarnation of some goddess, if I believed in reincarnation. But you get my point. I can’t seem to be able to take my eyes off her. She blows me off every single time. How does she do this?”

“Yeah, right. Even when she isn’t here, she manages to blow me off! If she knew what all she’s done and where she’s been in my fantasies,…man!”

“She’s by far the smartest woman I’ve ever seen in my life, seriously mate! She’s even smarter than the ones on the top lists around the world! Take my word for that.”

‘Smart’..uh..what? Isn’t sexy or beautiful the word you were looking for?

Imagine a parallel world where sexy has been replaced by intelligence, and how women are judged upon their brains rather than their looks: magazines rank them according to how smart or witty they are, and men too go gaga over this asset of theirs, while ‘beauty’ is relegated to some less-important level.

That would be absurd, right? And oh so unfair!

Isn’t the actual world, where it’s beauty/sexiness which is used as such a unit of measurement and judgment and ranking just as absurd and unfair?
Think about that.


A trip to the corners of the Mind

I don’t want to keep anything private to myself anymore. That’s just how i feel, i want to throw it all out and stop making such a big deal about it, and so that we can get it done with and move on. Because that’s what life is, moving on, constantly. Not getting caught up in swirls and marshes, and dodging the obstacles in the best way possible, dealing with failure and stuff… Failure is just what you don’t get, that you thought you wanted. But why you don’t get it, is because yourself you did not allow it. For your own interest. Or because you did something. The thing is that it’s all in there inside of you. Written by yourself. On yourself. There’s no one to judge outside of you. And there is no one who knows better than you what you did, and why you did. And the thing is, that you never had the choice? Did you? Do you ever have the choice? Or do you just do what you think is best, what attracts you the most? Its like this living thing, Life, or creation, has this magnetic power about it that seems to hold the strings to all the rest of the beings, and everything and everyone dances to that tune. And there’s nothing in your power, or in anyone else’s power, it’s just like magnetic forces playing on you, pulling you here, pushing you there, and the illusion is to think know..that…you are in control…… because the moment you start to think like that is the moment you become isolated from the rest. then ‘you’ begin to exist. Then man became self-conscious. Then he became scared. Then he felt alone. And guilty. And he was ashamed. But he is not in control of anything at all, he is one with it, dancing and playing, there is no one holding the reins and there is no one to follow, and no one has to follow him. We are all on the same basis, equal as fuck. and the two sides of the spectrum are there too. All we have to do is glide by, enjoy and not get caught in the promises of glory or the threats of the opposite. Leave them there as they are… Enjoy what you can, don’t grab.


It’s like we feel an obligation to be ordinary. You know. empty. Normal. We could be so much more. It’s scary. So big, so grand, that they got scared. That we got scared ourselves. And chose to leave the good and the bad. Do you leave Heaven, because Hell comes with it? Or do you take both? It’s all in the mind. There’s nothing outside the mind.


This is all intelligence at play. An intelligence so acute it could manipulate atoms and molecules and matter and create stuff around it, make these worlds arise. An intelligence that separated into so many people and gave each one of them an intelligence of their own, a life of their own, feelings of their own, and still maintains the connection between these infinitely small and dispersed selves with the whole, with the rest. And time.. Time comes as a tool in all this. Because it is needed to make everything happen one at a time and in sequence, time is also a creation of this intelligence.