“The last century has produced an abundance of ideologies that pretend to be keys to history but are actually nothing but desperate efforts to escape responsibility.”
― Hannah Arendt, The Origins of Totalitarianism

this would have never happened before my undramatic conversion into nondogmatic veganism

is there a lonelier feeling than that of an empty disinfectant dispenser at the end of a long empty echoing hallway?

but what is the good meaning non dogmatic vegan to do when his bike got bird pooped all over as he is running late in the morning

as i walked away from the interaction, his last words did not let go of me. ‘take it easy’, he had urged me

come by and i will make you a smoothie

i glanced at the message i had sent just a moment ago and quickly came to the conclusion that the exclamation mark was a bit too enthusiastic for the circumstances

The Way is like a little bird
There perched without worry
The way is like a lily
Clothed beautiful by nobody
The way is like the rain that falls
And waters all regardless
The way is like the sun that rises
Upon enemies and lovers

The way is like a little seed
Lost in the dirt of becoming
The way is like the tree that homes
Roosting birds amidst leaves, singing
The way is like a woman
who forms bread with her two hands
The way is like the child who is
Unseen amidst adults’ plans

Dear ones, there may come a day
And may the day be real
When the gentle shall raise their hands
And the proud will kneel
Dear ones, may there come a day
And may the day be real
When the gentle shall wipe the tears
Of the proud on even soil

— by @davidbenjaminblower

fortunately there is still enough time for me to develop into one of those people that send in weather photos to the news programme

in a moment of interspecies connectivity i tried my hardest to let go of fear of loss and to choose to trust as the duck kept staring me in the eye and slowly moved closer towards our picnic blanket

i noticed i didnt entirely believe myself when i tried to convince our cat not to organise a mass uprising against the human oppression of the rest of creation

to spite our robotic overlords i tried to be as inefficient as possible

what i tried to do there is to simulate the thrilling feeling of the person finally picking up the phone after a long time of waiting and listening to strange music

Whether we voted for these dread names
Or rail like forever against their endless wrongs and failures
Either way
We designate their names
The names above all other names
The strong man
The first character
The statue above all statues
And the tower to the sky

Go lightly
Unmake the towers
Disperse all you many languages
Don’t seek deliverance from death
Lest ye be trapped numb within the walls of big and disappointing promises
Seek life and love
And know that these days, you’ll find them
Where death and grief roam
Live bravely, in this present, amidst this wounded whole

I hope a world without these is coming
But not by might
Nor by endless management

— @davidbenjaminblower

I learned this from a jehovas witness on the street