Falling back into the Big Sleep - Part 1

Jan had recovered what was left his great accumulation of wealth.

There were his compasses, a few wrecked mechanical watches, a great amount of his books on flowers, some broken bits and pieces of a machinery that he could never make work and that now never would, pots and pans, some cracked perfume bottles, a pair of eyeglasses that were utterly useless, the recipe for making the Golem, of course, his three pounds of Arabian coffee beans, some pens and quite a healthy amount of pencils, his chess board but with almost all of the pieces gone missing, a magnifying glass, three pairs of scissors, two brass cups, a jar full of medical alcohol, his favourite pair of socks, his lucky pair of trousers, his unlucky and now only hat, some other books on mathematics, his tools he used when studying geometry, his astrolabe, a shovel he had no idea he posessed, a hatchet, needles and pins, blue yarn, some Chinese silk and some velvet, one apple, Nietzche`s Also sprach Zarathustra, a dog and a black cat, a magician`s notebook that came into his posession but which he never read out of respect, an unfinished novel, some bad poems, a finished but never published manuscript on Hermetics, two Egyptian statues, a piece of a Babylonian glazed brick he had stolen out of the Berlin History Museum right from the Gate of Ishtar, a composite bow, some arrows he made as a child, the remnants of a gramophone he never got around putting together until he lost some of the parts one by one, his written account of when he thought he might have encountered the Frankenstein monster, a photograph given to him by a friend in which he claimed he had captured the apparition of a vampire, a stuffed white rabbit, a world map and a globe. And no money. No money whatsoever.

Fearing that paper would burn he turned all his riches into gold assets, which was smart of him to do. Unfortunately for him, gold doesn`t burn like paper but it melts like wax. And it also disappears, as he arrived from his trip to find his mansion burnt to the ground and his gold bullion turned into thin air by the thieves that must of rummaged through the rubble. Jan was of course by no means distraught. He was just amused by the situation.

He set about rearranging his life by taking a nap. It was the most sensible thing to do after all. He was very tired.

Creepy Crawlies in the Age of Dementia

You don`t really have to be picky when it comes to dementia. You might actually say that it chooses you than you it, although it might end up being picky and you can`t really be upset about that because it`s dementia... and it can be whatever it wants to be, even picky. Yes, yes.

The glassy encasement levels of dementia come to own your subdued subconscious and there is nothing you can really do about that picky picky little fact of life. Therefore one has to go inwards and philosophize about things, events, happenings and black tea by the Black Sea on a Saturday morning when the rain won`t stop coming down.

Wherefore we are going to go nobody knows now anymore.

But it is sure to be an interesting trip.

So let us then soliloquize in a haphazard 50/50 way whilst chasing imaginary dragons. Hic sunt leones!!!

It is like browsing a bit of Finnegans Wake with the lights dimmed down and the sounds rolling off your ear into darkness. You have to appreciate the ride, not understand it.

There is a prickly thought that always comes to mind but I will not say which because which is that what interests me is not to utter what is which that has taken a grip in the spiraling pot pouri of imagination.

Depths must be fathomed here where things creak in the dead of night hinging on old wood picked dry by the mites of dimmed perception.

Leaning towards and going into the occult, the nocturnal, the mischievous and the misleading, the creeping, along the whetstone surface of our intertwined synapses, we have to, we have to, we necessarily have to find something of use and at least one thing of value.

This is not getting lost, this is getting sidetracked while trying to get found. It is all very complicated I assure you! Oh so very complicated...

We must delve into the labyrinthine here and we MUST get lost, we must be lost eventually, not to others, but to ourselves. This proves nothing, this means nothing, this is just an exercise but if done right it could turn into a right of passage.

Do you know the Tarot? No? Never mind that. The Tarot knows you. And even if you were to know the Tarot, you still wouldn`t know it but it would still know you.

The more you know, the harder it gets. Remember! You have to get lost. But how can you get lost if you know, or at least think you know. Knowing that you think you know helps you even less. Ideally you should have to be at the point of knowing you actually don`t know anything, but that is something really difficult to know you know. Because you have to admit that you really don`t know and be alright with that.

It takes a lot of courage but have no fear, that is not a prerequisite. Lacking courage means that you must take the ride again, until you find courage to really take the ride. But even then the cycle doesn`t stop here. It is beautiful, no?!

Yes, we must learn to let go before anything else, just unwind and glide because nobody ever walked on foot to meet epiphany.

What?! You wonder that epiphany can come out of dementia, that creeping crawling little insignificant thoughts can lead you to great discoveries about yourself and the world. Impossible?

No. Very possible. All it takes is a leap of faith. And courage.

The Board of Simplicity

There are many a things that befuddle me. Life would be one of them. Ice skating would be another but then again who really gives a crap.

I am strangely amused by opera, disgusted by the news, horrified of the youth and simply put off by the new whiff of pseudo-intellectuality that is jamming the brainwaves of our hive mind consciousness as of late.

But enough about things that don`t really matter.

While hallucinating on fever, sitting in a place with a pair of green coloured shades in a dark room with another guy, discussing chess, the alignment of planets and such, drinking tea and not really giving a crap, I had what some may call a revelation.

A lighting of a celestial idea light bulb if you will. It wasn`t necessarily biblical but I guess it might have been mystical due to the fact that for some odd reason I was seeing prancing pink unicorns. Anywayz. There it was. It had come to me.

Or I had arrived to it. Or we had met somewhere in between. But moving on...

In that slight daze I had come upon the sudden realization that a lot of things in life don`t really matter. Still, how much we may try, even the most inconsequential thing takes up oh so much of the little time we have to spend on Planet Human.

Therefore it had occurred to me that we lack guidance or comme il faut, our madness lacks method.

I am proud to say that I have come up with one. A method not a madness.

It is a simple method, using a simple tool to arrive at a simple outcome which will simplify our complications aka lives.

The method is SIMPLICITY. The tool is a BOARD. A BOARD OF SIMPLICITY.

So now we have the method and the tool und what do we do now ja?

This board of simplicity is special. Only simple ( and I don`t mean simple as in "dumb", I mean simple as in straightforward, uncomplicated etc.) things adhere to it. Anything that is too complicated will fall off leaving you with the simple things. The things you need to take care of in order to save up time for just living live.

The Board of Simplicity is free and totally simple. It is my gift to humanity. Try it out some time.

Just throw things at it. What sticks - sticks. What doesn`t - doesn`t really matter too much.

Batteries not included.

The Board of Simplicity is an IMMAGINATIVE TOOL. It does not exist. It is abstract. If you do not posess the mental abillity to fabricate one (anybody can fabricate one if given a sufficient amount of intellect) then you are fucked.

Try out my Board of Simplcity. It works! And it`s free!!!