Kierkegaard is either the best transcendental or the best practical philosopher, as long as he is not both, and stays limited. That is why he is so enjoyable for me. You can always use him for whatever you need, which itself is interesting. The Leap of Faith and the Aesthetic are of equal value :))

"As soon as something like a human power or a human fact appears, the freethinker rejoices, without asking himself whether this power is not of low origin and whether this fact is not the opposite of a noble fact: 'Human, all too human.'"

The art of the genealogist:

"To look up from the place of the sick to healthier terms and definitions and vice versa, to look down from the fulness and assurance of a rich life to the secret work of the instinct of decadence."

I resonate with this.

What are we doing other than uncovering what has always been and always will?

The goal could not have ever been and will never be anything but everything at once. Nothing more can ever be said.

Heterogenity is a palindrome

"Either does God bare the responsibility of the madness which He gave to humans, or are humans responsible for the madness of God, who Himself crucified Himself."

Thank you to Pavel for the birthday gifts.

Which are, somehow, everything on this table.

We aestheticize onwards.

A week and some ago, I experienced very profound sadness.

It is now that I realise that on that day, perhaps for the first time in my life, I truly thought in Pure Duration. Perceptions were shifted in ways I could have never imagined before.

Through newfound mystical aesthetizing, Prague was found to be made up of concealed worlds, micro-aesthetic systems. Its borders are only felt if they aren't seen. Its characteristics are spiritual; there are no clear definitions, just feelings - like getting lost in the city's spiralling mazes.

The Devil visited Prague.

A bar on the corner on coordinates zero zero. An endless dark maze of trees and orange lamps. A small castle on a hill overseeing the valley. Warm cigarettes and freezing wind.

Looking down the balcomy, the trees quieted down and the Devil left with the noise.

Jítrava, alone.

It is finally colder. Morning autumn bike ride, evening analysis of Máj.
Priviliged and grateful to be able to spend time here by myself.

Watching the debate between Nick Land and A. G. Dugin with my friend caused severe obscure dreams, yet was a highly interested clash of forces that were seemingly on different frequencies.

Lunchmeat, Slikback

Braník morning on the way to nultá from kačka's.

riegrovy sady