nothing creative

And that’s why I hate words like ‘soulmate’. It implies everything will be automatic, that I don’t even have a say in the matter. Like we’re some natural phenomenon in the universe like gravity or the Aurora Borealis. Phenomena don’t choose to exist, they just do. But ‘we’ only exist when we make the conscious choice to exist, day in and day out. When I choose to wake you up with two eggs sunny-side and toast. When I choose to surprise you with carnations because you stayed late for work. When I choose to come along on the eight hour train ride to visit your sick uncle in the countryside. When I choose to apologize for staying out with friends too late (I did choose to stay out late after all), to accept that you’d be mad and ignore me for three days, and to make it up to you with the largest box of truffles in existence. I am choosing you over and over again over everyone else. This is not divine intervention or cosmic destiny. This is choice, and soulmates don’t have choices.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #9 // W.S.
Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.
—  Jim Jarmusch

Revolution and insurrection must not be looked upon as synonymous. The former consists in an overturning of conditions, of the established condition or status, the State or society, and is accordingly a political
or social act; the latter has indeed for its unavoidable consequence a transformation of circumstances, yet does not start from it but from men’s discontent with themselves, is not an armed rising but a rising of individuals, a getting up without regard to the arrangements that spring from it. The Revolution aimed at new arrangements; insurrection leads us no longer to let ourselves be arranged, but to arrange ourselves, and sets no glittering hopes on ‘institutions’. It is not a fight against the established, since, if it prospers, the established collapses of itself; it is only a working forth of me out of the established.

Insurrection, it may be argued, starts with the individual refusing his enforced identity, the ‘I’ through which power operates: it starts ‘from men’s discontent with themselves.’ Moreover Stirner says that insurrection does not aim at overthrowing political institutions themselves. It is aimed at the individual overthrowing his own identity — the outcome of which is, nevertheless, a change in political arrangements. Insurrection is therefore not about becoming what one ‘is’ according to hu-manism — becoming human, becoming Man — but about becoming what one is not. Stirner’s notion of rebellion involves a process of becoming — it is about continually reinventing one’s own self. The self is not an essence, a defined set of characteristics, but rather an emptiness, a “creative nothing”,and it is up to the individual to create something out of this and not be limited by essences.

—  from War on the State: Deleuze & Stirner’s Anarchism, by Saul Newman


“Remus, you kn-Oh, watch out!” you giggled, reaching out to help the boy up.  It had gone like this most of the night, and you were starting to wonder how one person could be so clumsy.  “I thought you said you knew how to skate,” you laughed as Remus got to your feet.

“Oh, um, yeah, yeah well…I must’ve forgotten,” Remus answered quickly, a sheepish look overtaking his features.

“You forgot?  In the matter of a few minutes?” you asked, an amused look on your own face.  “I’m starting to think you just like me holding your hand,” you joked.  However, the blush that spread across Remus’s face turned the joke into a serious statement.  “Really?  Aw, Remus, you don’t have to pretend to be clumsy, I’ll hold your hand anyway.”

Sun in the third house - The Reading Lamp

“Nothing is more creative… nor destructive… than a brilliant mind with a purpose.”  
 ―    Dan Brown

The light is learning in the third house Sun. There will be an appreciation for moments that satiate him intellectually and provide opportunities to communicate. He enjoys experiences that require his creative intelligence and cultivate the mind. The individual may become known for his knowledge, and shine like the sun in professional fields that relate to all things third house - teaching, writing, media, and learning. His mind is an illuminated torch and he follows the whims of his childlike curiosity. There may be a lot of time spent reading and researching subjects of interest. Siblings are important in life and may offer a lot of inspiration.

The individual is clever. The third house governs early education, so the he may have excelled during primary school or become restless because the classroom was moving too slowly for his liking. He tends to be socially involved and relish amongst insightful conversation in which he finds tantalizing. It is important that the individual uses his voice or communicative talents to circulate his ideas and get people talking. The Sun represents the father and it is possible high academic expectations were placed on him. Or maybe the father was an intellect who kindled a flame in his mind. There may be the need to acquire distinction through his intellect, such as through writing a book or becoming a renowned news anchor. The third house key phrase is “I think”, and so maybe the individual believes that his thoughts constitute universal truths. It can be hard for him to see beyond his mind and mental conceptions.

Third house Sun people’s crowning glory is his mind. He is proud of his brain and likes to receive praise about it. It’s like they can secrete a certain radiance that is apparent in their spirit and words. His mind can light up the world for others, and it can become his finest ally. The Sun is the soul expression, and so maybe the individual has an eerily brilliant ability to thought manifest. He may think and imagine scenarios that he very soon experiences. There is a potency in his mind that has a sheer force of will. Dane Rudyer comments that the individual may also have a great sense of humor stemming from his ability to see common objects from an original, revealing slant. He is the centre of orbit with books and languages circulating his spirit. His brain should be worshiped like the Sun.


(art: Kuvshinov Ilya)          

The sad story of Gehrman and Lady Maria

Gehrman, an acquaintance of Master Willem and Laurence in Byrgenwerth, had always been known as a skilled fighter. In fact, he was so skilled that Laurence came to him to ask for help when the beastly plague threatened Yharnam because of Laurence’s extensive distribution of healing blood. So Gehrman founded the Hunter’s Workshop and transformed his skill into an artform. He started crafting formidable weapons, every single one of them unique and expertly made. He trained other talented individuals to become hunters and showed his own capabilities out on the hunt. Naturally, his students admired him a great deal and he was respected by everyone.

One day, a new student joined his workshop. A young noblewoman who had just come from Cainhurst Castle – Lady Maria. Gehrman, also still quite young at the time, was immediately intrigued by her; after all Maria was a very skilled fighter. Maria had heard about the hunters and their leader before and she was excited to be a part of them. Much like all the other students she admired Gehrman a lot and was maybe even infatuated with him. However, neither of them acted on their feelings or realized the other’s feelings, so both ended up thinking all they had was a professional relationship. They hunted together, fought together, suffered together and all that had probably forged quite a tight bond between them.

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