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14/6:... so, what about the magic of writing ... follow the flux of mind ... create a story line ... find a solution for pain in the brain ... develop a vision to face reality ... or program the body for exercise ... on the edge ... dance, experience the performance trance ... do not think, just move and breathe ... observe, in all direction(s), on guard, ready to fight whatever comes your way ... magic indeed ... just throw some word(s) ... but for the right effect, you must know what to select ... and for this you need to reflect ,.. but, again, do not think ... find your posture and take a breath ... and do not forget to monitor yourself ... but this takes inspiration(s) and discipline ... to find the magic, enter the circle, look for the center, and draw a line, to know where to go ... select word(s), and throw ... speak clear or write it down, and before you know you are back in the flow ... listen to the beat, the music is there ... and remember, you have a choice, just use your voice ...
19/6:... remember, there is always a choice ... whatever you do, it can also be something different, a little bit, or even more ... life is a game of chance ... and error(s) are a part of that ..-just accept failure(s), learn your lesson(s), and try again ... but, perhaps, if you have to select what road to take, look at your history, reflect, just make the best choice that comes to mind, and, again, be kind to yourself, error(s) are part of life, and error(s) may lead to surprise(s), effect(s) you did not expect, with reward(s) that may assist in aiming for target(s) that only become clear when you face reality, and simply persist in the choice(s) you made, and adapt to the effect(s) ... just wait, listen and reflect ... day by day, step by step ... find your posture, breathe, observe the crowd, and follow the thread(s) ... your way ... and what I can say, it is the story of your life, follow the power line, and every thing will be fine ...
20/6:... explore go.eliens.net ... using AI tool(s), as I told my ex-student, leads in my case to self-inflation(s), in the sense that the comments) on my domain and web site are usually full of praise ,... nevertheless, these are interesting experiment(s), more than I expected, but clearly I have to limit my self on this point, and not get lost in another mental addiction, even though it gives me a clear vision of common sense mind(s), and the use of language to express opinion(s) ... tool(s) are an addiction, indeed ... today, I took the train because my daughter forgot her phone and she could not do without ... to take the train ... pain in my brain, a challenge, to find my way in a busy crowd, look at the time, and select the right track ... hot weather, sweat m my neck, but I gave her the phone ... happy children, fun life ... and I could go back, a bit pressure of time, but I did find the track ... in other word(s), when I write it down, it is with some pride that I can say, I took the ride and walk the talk, today ...
21/6:... I look at the sky and wonder why ... work ethics) ... it is late in the evening ... today, I went out for a walk, and after that we went to the park, in the shadow, under a tree, with a drink, something to eat and to read ... a busy crowd ,.. observe ... children play ... labyrinth(s) of action ... we talk about life, endurance, money issue(s) and age ... life is not a joke ... I take another smoke and then we walk home, to take a rest, eat, and again read ... the children are almost free from school, stupid trap ... but, still, my opinion is that children have to adapt to the order of life, and do their home work ... read the book(s) to learn ... language, history, philosopy ... hot weather, a rebel attitude ... it is their life, their choice(s) ,.. all I can do is take some distance, observe and give support ... right or wrong, I accept, and sing my song, write a bit, throw some word(s), and that's it ... what other choice is there than accept the shit, take a look and read another book ...
24/6: again, it is late in the evening, the children look at their phone(s), to buy tickets for a concert ... I am almost through the labyrinth(s) ... the maze of life, a jungle of thought(s), in search for identity ... the weather is hot, code black ... a quest of survival ... find balance, brain control ... monitor outdoor space... observe the crowd and listen to the sound ... music of the mind ... still with political dilemma(s) ... it is a matter of choice ... indeed, mind over matter, and if you don't mind, it doesn't matter ... but training takes discipline ... the solution is simple. it is a question of minimalism ..... posture, breath, action without too much effort(s) ... a little bit sweat .. take your chance, find the performance trance ... with your hand(s) as a guide ... orientation in space ... and, indeed, face reality ... experience adventure ... remember, you fight with your friend(s) ... and for the rest, ignorance ... listen to the rumor(s), sing your song and show how to go with the flow ...
26/6:.. an intellectual life would be impossible without vision ... write with the hand on paper or a tablet, a sequence of sign(s) that seem to follow the noise of a voice, speak clear ... or just let it go and watch the flow, the flow of word(s) that I throw ... but I repeat, no writing(s) without vision ... and with this heat I feel a blur in my eye, as if I am lost in space, the sweat on my face ... cloud(s) ... I walk in search of balance, the body in pain, and I ask myself why ... another dilemma ... is there an answer ... I don't know ,.. look at the sky and give it another try, and some drop(s) in the eye ,.. just be strong, and strumble along, it takes some effort(sl, but is worth a try ... and even if there are some error(s), so what, just have another chat, don't be a fool, and use the tool(s) to show that, ioleed, you know how to go with the flow ...
29/6:... do I still believe in the power of word(s)... or is it empty talk, scream(s) to avoid confrontation(s) with the force(s) of life ... a strategy of survival ... signal(s) of confusion ... a waste of time ... reading, writing, talking... the voice as a source of noise ... observe, listen, wait and reflect ... take a pencil, write it down ... what do you expect ... just imagine the answer is nothing ... then what comes next ... again, nothing. .. or is there more, or less ... indeed, a game of word(s), from left to right, in all direction(s)... why not look for a fight .. the stress of life ... take part in the theatre of violence ... the battle of life ... another game to play, day by day, what can I say ... to repeat myself, I know, there is only one way, my way, take it slow, walk the talk, and go with the flow ... but please, do not forget the reward(s), find the power line, hit the road, throw some word(s), and everything will be fine ...
1/7:... a life of solitude... when lost in doubt, reflect on the power of the crowd ... ignorance is bliss... although that is a matter of perspective, and from the point of view of my self-esteem, I cannot accept when people don't see the value of my opinion(s) ... I am not a fool, it is my right to select the tool(s) I want to use ... after all it is my work, my life, and I demand respect, also of my wife ... as I said, I have a voice, I make my choice(s), whether you like it or not ,.. call it stupid, or whatever word(s) come to mind, but, please, pay attention, and try to be kind ... and, while I am writing, she entered the room, back from work, and made an apology, she did not intent to criticize me ... so as I said, it is my life, now with attention and support of my wife ... it was on her mind, and she made the effort to be kind, just in time, so I could write it down ... yes, I am serious, I don't want to act like a clown, or a fool, I just want to have fun with my tool(s) ...
3/7:... again, it is late in the evening, there is domestic tension, aggression ... it makes me feel uncomfortable, during the day, and now when I try to explain ... what can I say ... just, listen, it is not blame ... a sensitive mind, I just meant to ask, please be kind ... no blame, but with such tension, I might have to change my game ... face reality... but what is the way to go ... to be honest, I do not know ... fortunately, I did not hit, that would be the end of it ... but I do have a voice, and the right, perhaps not to fight, but to make some noise ... so please listen, use your mind and try to be kind... now you may ask, what is this all about, why do you shout ,.. indeed, I could also go out, take a walk, but as you know I prefer to talk, and write to reflect ... but, indeed, what is the effect ... well, again, I do not know, I just try to use my brain, release the pain and go with the flow ...
5/7:... the hand(s) do the work ... that is part of the magic of writing ... stupid old man ... lost in the maze of life, the trap(s) of social order ... the theatre of violence ... full of moral obligation(s) and the risk(s) of error(s) ... comment(s) and criticism(s) ... an angry voice ... communication, or what ... anyway, what can I say today ... I look at the sky and ask myself why ... it is part of the game ,.. so, I am not to blame ... I play my part of the game, in search of the flame... but the lesson is clear, do not act from fear ... and don't be a fool, use silence as a tool ... confrontation is fine, but draw a line ... take a walk, and make the effort(s) to talk ... intellectualism(s) ... stupid trap(s) ... but it might fill the gap(s) .. don't ask me why, just give it a try, look at the sky and sing your song, nothing is wrong ... but that is another song, and with some humor, just look at it as another rumor ...
6/7:... still in search of balance ... it takes some effort(s), but my motto is clear ... failure, try again ... in other word(s), keep focus on goal(s)... balance, with my own two hand(s) ... also in the politic(s) of life ... a hug, embrace, as a moment of rest ... and then continue, step by step, follow the crowd, and fight the war ... the war of life ... pay honor to the battle star ... follow the track of the pack, select the road, but make sure you know how to go, error(s) are fine, but follow the line, select your frame(s), and look for the flame(s), the signal(s) that point to the way, the sound of the voice(s) ... and reflect on your choice(s) ... but remember the strategy ... silence ... the music of solitude ... in search of balance ... focus on posture and breath ... and speak clear ... it is a matter of identity, to find a path in the maze of life ,.. the way to go ... it is simple, take a walk, talk, and go with the flow ...
8/7: ... whenever there are dilemma(s), there is doubt ... what to eat, what to read, where to go, who to meet .. in other word(s), there is a choice, but of course there may be limit(s) on the number of available option(s) ... still it is important to reflect on the effect of what you select ... action(s) have an impact on the future ... the story line(s) of your life ... that is, indeed, my life ... they connect point(s) with point(s), invisible to the eye ... so the question is how to make a choice ... use your voice and ask advice, consult a matrix of trade-off(s), select at random which road to take, or use common sense and follow the crowd(s) ... the solution is simple, there is no way to say how to make such a choice, it is simply more noise ,.. another opinion of no value, thought(s) from a busy mind, relax, do not think, control your brain, accept the pain, and just ge, indeed, go with the flow ... that is, right or wrong, sing your song ...
10/7:... memory trail(s)... repetition(s) ... the pattern(s) of life ... my life ... and I wonder and ask my self where does it lead ... on the road, but where to go ... confusion(s) ... what is the right answer to all the present dilemma(s)...- well perhaps no answer(s) ... but, of course, there are choice(s) ... and,I ask my self, do I play it the right way, or do I try to be too smart ... as in competition(s) ... instead, perhaps I should go back to my old motto and take refuge in the art of minimalism, and not put effort(s) in the minimalism of art ... in other word(s), nihilism ... act on the will to power, and select my own goal(s), accept error(s) as they come along, and just pretend to be strong ... right or wrong ... it doesn't matter, don't ask me why, tomorrow is an other day, my vision is clear ... I look at the sky sing my song ... and, of course, I take a smoke, because, as you know, life is not a joke ... and for the rest, I walk the talk, and do my best ...
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