silence came quietly and unexpectedly
silence was desired
silence was welcomeyou.
again you.
once more, you.i do not exist
it is silent
the pain gives way to silence
compassion
infinite compassion
you.
again you.
once more, you.where do we begin?
we never started
we never endedsilence.
infinite silence.the you
the me
the silence
“the silence” by Cairo Otaibi
[Ratta says, it’s good to know that getting no comments is one hell of a comment.]
The annoying thing about people like you is the expectation to be taken seriously by people like me.
When I read you and I I am always wondering who is addressed. The author, the writer, the reader, me, you, or the story’s fictional characters? And what if I read a text to someone? Or, when I quote some text?
Maybe, I should just try to annoy myself less.
For some cooling air flow, may I suggest to visit Kühle Brise by Kochwerkstatt (German only), a blog and more with lots of cOOl and hot cOOking recipes provided by Karsten Kuhnen.
Philosophy of science is about as useful to scientists as ornithology is to birds.
A quote attributed to Richard Feynman, though published by Steven Weinberg in Nature 330 (1987): p433-. My lying heart likes it as much as it is written from a philosophy of science’s point of view.
There are basically two ways to indulge in disfinism — the science of no definition: Don’t provide any definition, or provide a new one for each and every occasion and let everyone come up with their own. Worst of all: Make them differ only slightly. For examples see
This coat my royal gown
A stolen hand-me-down
No need to scrape and bow
We can be heroes now
For more than just one day
Here’s how
Look both ways when crossing roads
Don’t wear slippers till you’re old
Never do what you are told
Lyrics of “Never do what you are told” by Chumbawamba. The song appeared on their 1994/1998 album “Anarchy” (amg).
