A Reminder
Radiohead
"If I get old, I will not give in
But if I do, remind me of this
Remind me that
Once I was free
Once I was cool
Once I was me
And if I sit down and cross my arms
Hold me up to this song
Knock me out, smash out my brains
If I take a chair and start to talk shit
If I get old, remind me of this
That night we kissed and I really meant it
Whatever happens, if we're still speaking
Pick up the phone, play me this song"
Feel the Lyrics
But if I do, remind me of this
Remind me that
Once I was free
Once I was cool
Once I was me
And if I sit down and cross my arms
Hold me up to this song
Knock me out, smash out my brains
If I take a chair and start to talk shit
If I get old, remind me of this
That night we kissed and I really meant it
Whatever happens, if we're still speaking
Pick up the phone, play me this song"
Feel the Lyrics
Uranian | Uneducated Philosopher
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Oh you cameller, oh you caravan! Where are you taking my Leili( My lover)?
As you take my Leili with you, you take my heart and my soul along
Oh you cameleer, where are you heading to?
Why are you taking my Leili along with you?
Oh you cameleer, where are you heading to?
Why are you taking my Leili along with you?
As we avowed our love, no one witnessed but our Lord
As long as this world is revolving, may our love live
Oh you cameller, oh you caravan! Where are you taking my Leili( My lover)?
As you take my Leili with you, you take my heart and my soul along
Oh you cameleer, where are you heading to? Why are you taking my Leili along with you?
Oh you cameleer, where are you heading to? Why are you taking my Leili along with you?
All the religion I prtacticed, in this mortal world, turned into a sprickel of love, annd that became my living
How good it is to shed a tear in the memory of a lover, how good it is to live, as you are burning with love
O,G-d, I pray to you so thay always love stays in the hearts, as ours do
Because the story of Leili and Majnoon[ the Easten legendary lovers] become a fiction, but ours becomes immortal
Why you are running away from my love now?
Why you are not reading the signs of dispair through my eyes?
The way I feel sad you have no clue
I will not survive after you I swear to G-d, (so) stay and confi8rm the death of my heart and then leave
As a mighty storm, pick the flower of my being from the branches of sorrow and leave
Because I am that one tree that stays in the way of strom
The same tree whose branches are all broken by the anger of nature
Oh you cameller, oh you caravan! Where are you taking my Leili( My lover)?
As you take my Leili with you, you take my heart and my soul along
Oh you cameleer, where are you heading to?
Why are you taking my Leili along with you?
Oh you cameleer, where are you heading to?
Why are you taking my Leili along with you?
As you take my Leili with you, you take my heart and my soul along
Oh you cameleer, where are you heading to?
Why are you taking my Leili along with you?
Oh you cameleer, where are you heading to?
Why are you taking my Leili along with you?
As we avowed our love, no one witnessed but our Lord
As long as this world is revolving, may our love live
Oh you cameller, oh you caravan! Where are you taking my Leili( My lover)?
As you take my Leili with you, you take my heart and my soul along
Oh you cameleer, where are you heading to? Why are you taking my Leili along with you?
Oh you cameleer, where are you heading to? Why are you taking my Leili along with you?
All the religion I prtacticed, in this mortal world, turned into a sprickel of love, annd that became my living
How good it is to shed a tear in the memory of a lover, how good it is to live, as you are burning with love
O,G-d, I pray to you so thay always love stays in the hearts, as ours do
Because the story of Leili and Majnoon[ the Easten legendary lovers] become a fiction, but ours becomes immortal
Why you are running away from my love now?
Why you are not reading the signs of dispair through my eyes?
The way I feel sad you have no clue
I will not survive after you I swear to G-d, (so) stay and confi8rm the death of my heart and then leave
As a mighty storm, pick the flower of my being from the branches of sorrow and leave
Because I am that one tree that stays in the way of strom
The same tree whose branches are all broken by the anger of nature
Oh you cameller, oh you caravan! Where are you taking my Leili( My lover)?
As you take my Leili with you, you take my heart and my soul along
Oh you cameleer, where are you heading to?
Why are you taking my Leili along with you?
Oh you cameleer, where are you heading to?
Why are you taking my Leili along with you?
Perhaps consciousness is nothing more than an echo of the past, a whisper of decisions that were never ours to begin with. I think, therefore I am, but what of the moments I do not think? What of the silences between thoughts, the pauses between breaths, the moments when existence is merely an observation rather than an assertion?
We walk in shadows cast by ideas not our own. We inherit opinions like relics from the dead, yet we call them convictions. We rebel against invisible chains, only to forge new ones, shackled by our own definitions of freedom. The mind desires meaning, yet meaning itself is a phantom, a mirage bending under the weight of scrutiny.
And yet, despite this weight—this unbearable lightness—we persist. Not because we understand, but because we must. We are creatures of momentum, cursed to move forward, even when the direction is unknown. Perhaps that is the essence of being: to be lost, and to walk anyway.
We walk in shadows cast by ideas not our own. We inherit opinions like relics from the dead, yet we call them convictions. We rebel against invisible chains, only to forge new ones, shackled by our own definitions of freedom. The mind desires meaning, yet meaning itself is a phantom, a mirage bending under the weight of scrutiny.
And yet, despite this weight—this unbearable lightness—we persist. Not because we understand, but because we must. We are creatures of momentum, cursed to move forward, even when the direction is unknown. Perhaps that is the essence of being: to be lost, and to walk anyway.
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Butterfly example fits Nietzsche’s idea that morality is fundamentally a construct—something shaped by perception, sentiment, and, indeed, aesthetics.
A cockroach is repulsive, so killing it is seen as just. A butterfly is beautiful, so harming it is monstrous.
Yet nature itself makes no such distinction; the spider, indifferent to human aesthetics, weaves its web for survival.
If you kill a cockroach — you are a hero, but if you kill a butterfly you are the monster.
Morality is based on aesthetics.
A cockroach is repulsive, so killing it is seen as just. A butterfly is beautiful, so harming it is monstrous.
Yet nature itself makes no such distinction; the spider, indifferent to human aesthetics, weaves its web for survival.
If you kill a cockroach — you are a hero, but if you kill a butterfly you are the monster.
Morality is based on aesthetics.
Uranian | Uneducated Philosopher
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Orphan crushing machine.
The world we live in is born in the depths of our perception. It takes on a form that reflects the soul of the beholder: for one, it is a dull emptiness without a spark, for another, a treasure trove of wonders, meaning and inspiration.
When someone envies other people's adventures, it is not the events themselves that should be envied, but the inner light that gives them significance. After all, what becomes a page from a magic book for a subtle and rich soul, will seem to a mundane mind to be just an everyday accident, not worth attention
I'm not dead. (Yet... (For a long long time))
I just had midterms (nobody asked that)
I just had midterms (nobody asked that)
Uranian | Uneducated Philosopher
Those are the links:
Gabor Maté (public figure and jew on Palestine and Israelian lies
Israeli ambassador literally telling lies in UN
"A Father to a Father, a Human to a Human"
He might be your little brother or son too.
Gabor Maté (public figure and jew on Palestine and Israelian lies
Israeli ambassador literally telling lies in UN
"A Father to a Father, a Human to a Human"
He might be your little brother or son too.