Beyond our conception...

Beyond our conception...  

Combater 

é uma diminuição

Combater é, em termos absolutos, uma diminuição.

O homem, quer defenda a pátria, quer defenda as ideias, desde que passa os dias aos tiros ao vizinho, mesmo que o vizinho seja o monstro dos monstros, está a perder grandeza.

Sempre que por qualquer motivo a razão passou a servir a paixão, houve um apoucamento do espirito, e é difícil que o espírito se salve num processo onde ele entra diminuído.

Mas quando numa comunidade alguém endoidece e desata a ferir a torto e a direito, é preciso dominar o possesso de qualquer forma, e a guerra é fatal.

Então, embora sabendo que vai empobrecer a sua alma, o homem normal começa a lutar, e só a morte ou o triunfo o podem fazer parar.

É trágico, mas é natural.

O que é contra todas as leis da vida é ficar ao lado da contenda como espectador.

Sendo uma diminuição combater, é uma traição sem nome lavar as mãos do conflito, e passar as horas de binóculo assestado a contemplar a desgraça do alto dum monte.

Assim é que nada se salva. Fica-se homem sem qualquer sentido, manequim vestido de gente, coisa que não tem personalidade.

Porque nem se representa a inteligência, nem o instinto, nem qualquer das forças que nos fazem viver.

É-se, mas apenas estátua de carne petrificada no meio dum mundo onde sempre é preciso tomar posição, optar, para merecer o equilíbrio final que a própria catástrofe implica.

Miguel Torga

"Diário (1944)"

This is a dream that I have
A glimpse of a world more real
The night is young
My mind is strong
And I walk of paths so unreal

Maybe there's more than meets the eye
More to this world than we see
And what if what's true is a lie?
What if this time I'll be free?

No!
It's just an illusion
It's never been like this, been like this
Where do I go from here?
Caged in a moment's reflection
It's never been like this, been like this

Help me
I'm in search of something new
And something escapes my sight
Maybe I've got answers to question
Questions that lead me to light

Oh no!
It's just an illusion
It's never been like this, been like this
Where do I go from here?
Caged in a moment's reflection
It's never been like this, been like this

I know it's just an assertion
It's always been like this, been like this
And there is no way out of here
I know beyond my conception
I've always begged for this, searched for this, longed for this, strived for this, wanted this, like this

Anubis Gate

“Never like this”

The world is an illusion and something in you knows this. It is a mind projection stemming from a single innocent thought that asked, “What would it be like to be separate from god?” …and POOF!!, the ego was made manifest.

The reality is that it is not possible to be separate from ALL that is, god, source, etc. So, the only way to create the illusion of separation is if you believe there is an actual separate “you,” apart from god.

However, because this is so insanely painful, and you don’t want to deal directly with the pain of the lie (because if you did you’d see that everything you thought you were “working for” was for naught.), you ignore it and instead project it onto “others” around you.

The “blame it on them” game keeps the dream going. That is why forgiveness is the complete answer. If you see that you are already WHOLE and always were, guess how you are going to see me!?

Michael Jeffreys

In:    https://michaeljeffreys.wordpress.com/tag/separation/

 Tito Colaço 

 I _ XII _ MMXIV 

A kind of vision...

A kind of vision...

 Felicidade  interiorizada 

“Pergunta-me onde, neste mundo, se pode encontrar a felicidade?”

Depois de numerosas experiências, convenci-me que ela reside apenas na satisfação em relação a nós próprios.

As paixões não nos conseguem comunicar esse contentamento, desejamos sempre o impossível, o que obtemos nunca nos satisfaz.

Penso que as pessoas dotadas de uma sólida virtude devem possuir uma grande porção dessa satisfação, que me parece imprescindível para a felicidade, eu no entanto, como não me sinto suficientemente seguro para me satisfazer comigo próprio, dessa forma, procuro apoiar-me na verdadeira satisfação que comunica o trabalho. 

Este, comunica-nos um bem real e aumenta a nossa indiferença em relação aos prazeres que são só de nome e com os quais as pessoas de sociedade se têm de contentar.

Eis, minha querida amiga, a minha modesta filosofia, a qual, sobretudo quando me encontro bem de saúde, é de efeito seguro.

Isto, contudo, não nos deve afastar das pequenas distracções que nos podem ocupar de vez em quando: um pequeno caso sentimental, de circunstância, a visita a um belo país ou as viagens, de modo geral, podem deixar na nossa memória encantadores traços.

Recordamo-nos mais tarde de todas estas emoções, quando nos encontramos longe ou não conseguimos encontrar outras, semelhantes: elas constituem uma pequena provisão de felicidade para o futuro, qualquer que ele seja.

     Eugène Delacroix     

            “Diário”            

This is a dream that we share
A ball full of thoughts in our minds
The night is young
The game is on
And all else falls way behind

It’s so real, this dreamy invention
It’s never been like this….
The world is twisted around
And we can’t control this creation
But it’s never been like this, been like this, been like this, been like this, like this…

This is a dream going on
Where we can decide what we are and where
We may dissolve the ground if we fall
And the dream might turn into a nightmare

Maybe we grew tired of living on
This narrow path that we walked upon
And maybe we could build it somewhere
A new world made of dreamers

It’s so real, this dreamy invention
We know but reality’s outdone by far
Now we can be who we are
Though we can’t control this creation
It’s never been like this…

There’s a magical current
Of belief in the air
As we let ourselves in
But when we open our eyelids
And step into the dream
A kind of vision presents itself

A man with lonely eyes
Glazed from all they’ve seen
Worn-down from forced goodbyes
So many has-beens

Something’s taken hold of my feelings
Something’s taken hold of my soul
I try to crack a hole in the ceiling
But it grows out of hand
I’m losing my self-control

Why would you leave me?
Why would you give up the world we created?
I thought we could make it and now utopia is gone

King of the promised land
Abundance of luxury
With powers to make a stand
So handsome I’ll be!

This is everything that I dreamed of
This is how my life should have been
But hidden in the back of this dreamstuff
A notion so grim: something is missing

Why would you leave me?
Why would you give up the world we created?
I thought we could make it
Now I’ve been abandoned
And why, after all we’ve been through?
Utopia was you

All the fires in side me
Keep on burning my tears
When they should have been shed
In the midst of a breakdown
I’m disturbingly calm
Am I living or dead?

There’s a place I long to see
That resembles home
Where the sky is dressed in blue
And I am citizen unknown

And I wish that you’ll be there
Awaiting my return
To the simple lives we knew
I guess you live and learn

My kingdom finally fell
Crashed by loneliness
The wondrous heaven turned to hell
Less is more con more is less

But it’s a dream within a dream
‘Cause there’s no way back
The sleep and I won’t separate

So here I am standing
One step from landing in time
So I may rectify my crime
Tossed through the layers
Demolishing chaos
The dream is gone

Maybe it’s a dream within a dream
Maybe things are not what they seem
Maybe…

  Anubis Gate  

“A dream within a dream”

Tito Colaço

I _ XII _ MMXIV