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/m/ - Monologue

ἐδιζησάμην ἐμεωυτόν.
Miscellaneous fragmental writings, self-dialogues, and rantings.

 No.126[Reply]

Mozart, is like nature, and nature, is in my mind.


 No.123[Reply]

I have been experiencing a profound sense of melancholy in nature, and yesterday a feeling came over to me: this is my last time with this nature. I am searching for her in a deep pain, and I want to know her thoroughly, to remember her completely, precisely because she is not eternal. How can I possibly recall that rich, pulsating materiality and those indescribable hues? Just thinking about nature fills me with sorrow. I wonder how many poets realize that our loss of nature will be forever, she only appears this once.

 No.124

This nature is a transcendent earthly kingdom that only reveals herself alongside an individual's lifetime. In the final moment, she extinguishes, she exists for me alone.

 No.125

>…or whether you add yourself as a new star to the lingering months, where, between the Virgin and the grasping Claws, a space is opening (lo! for you even now the blazing Scorpion draws in his arms, and has left more than a due portion of the heaven!)
This "answer" in the Georgics, appearing just two lines below "ultima Thule", is so subtle and delicate, placing oneself alongside two others, god of the boundless sea; king of farthest Thule. It begins to express vividly and psychologically, and culminates in this short discussion in the celestial realm. This is horrifying, because I can see the poet’s life, expressed in his blood, a kind of frozen blood, a blood of blue, or a kind of frozen blue blood. A blood of an initial spirit, in a golden thread. The Georgics is a work so profoundly moving. This is terrifying.



 No.121[Reply]

Nearly all my joy comes from Goethe.

 No.122

Yes, Novalis, you too. Yet I find it hard to separate myself from you, so it is always filled with a pain within deep reflection, a knot that cannot be untied, a secret that cannot be found. Blue flower will be not the destination.



 No.120[Reply]

I am a child of Meister Eckhart.


 No.119[Reply]

Sometimes I want to pretend I don't know about Music, to hide my overly strange and depressive feelings on it.


 No.110[Reply]

Why do sentences that include the word 'practice' always look degenerate.

"Magic practice" …

 No.117

It’s really weird, noticed that when you add '…' at somewhere in a sentence, it suddenly feels more interactive but has a overly social-media way that I absolutely hate. And it seems like adding it at the end appears to amplify its effect far more than inserting it in the middle.

 No.118

Earlier, I thought people who overuse '..' (two dots) on social media were, to some extent, being self-contradictory, and two dots disrupt the smooth flow that '…' is supposed to create and standing out like an noise.



 No.107[Reply]

魔法师,就不会在宁静中生活。
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 No.112

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I asked in Chinese and here translate into English.

>Generate an image using colors alone to describe the following thinkers: Meister Eckhart, Joachim of Fiore, Dante, Blake, Novalis, Carl Schmitt, Ernst Juenger, Aleister Crowley, Goethe, Serrano. Not necessarily in order, but I want the colors you choose to portray their temperament, spirit, soul — using color intensity to express subtler qualities, whether taken together or individually.


[CLAUDE]
Generated an SVG visual: concentric circle portraits for each thinker, arranged in a 3-column grid on a near-black (#09070c) background, connected by near-invisible threads of affinity.

Color logic:

MEISTER ECKHART — The only one whose interior is darker than the exterior. Rings deepen toward absolute void (the Gottheit, the godhead beyond God), until at the very center: a tiny white spark — the Seelenfünklein, the soul's spark, paradoxically found only by descending into total non-being.

JOACHIM OF FIORE — Three utterly distinct rings: ochre-gold (Age of the Father), purple (Age of the Son), spring-green (Age of the Holy Spirit, yet to come). A luminous yellow heart at the center: the prophetic hope that animates history.

DANTE — Crimson infernal → violet purgatorial → golden paradisiacal. The cosmic vertical stratification as ontological fact. The center is nearly white: "the love that moves the sun and the other stars."

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 No.113

His words in the second version feels somehow musical.
But the unity of this musicality is hard to translate into actual music.

 No.114

The prompt remained largely the same, though I refined it by adding the word conceptual to guide Mistral more precisely. The second one was generated by including the request more granular texture and transparency.

 No.115

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 No.116

Just wondering: Why was this posted in /m/ again。。。



 No.105[Reply]

If you don't write it down, you lose the easiest way to access your history, forever.

 No.106

Write them down, and write as much as you can.



 No.104[Reply]

I cannot unhate the idea of 'life'. I'm not hating my own life, but the idea of it.

Since i've started serious outdoor training for a while, so again: Why people associate Sports with 'life'?


 No.103[Reply]

I'm losing interest in anyone else's music. This probably is the most X-treme idea I've ever had…


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