Mission

Måske på tide at formulere virksomhedens budskab… for dem som ikke allerede har gættet det: Denne blog skal knuse værdier; ubarmhjertigt og ubønhørligt! Den skal lægge op til en gammel og glemt kunst: kunsten at blive et menneske.


Udpluk fra Frank Herberts, Dune (en sjælden bog):

Bene Gesserit proverb: “Any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere. Climb the mountain just a little bit to test that it’s a mountain. From the top of the mountain, you cannot see the mountain.”

Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent. It depends in part upon the myth-making imagination of humankind. The person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he is in. He must reflect what is projected upon him. And he must have a strong sense of the sardonic. This is what uncouples him from belief in his own pretensions. The sardonic is all that permits him to move within himself. Without this quality, even occasional greatness will destroy a man.

There is no escape – we pay for the violence of our ancestors.

Do you wrestle with dreams?
Do you content with shadows?
Do you move in a kind of sleep?
Time has slipped away.
Your life is stolen.
You tarried with trifles,
Victim of your folly.

There should be a science of discontent. People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.

My father once told me that respect for the truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. “Something cannot emerge from nothing,” he said. This is profound thinking if you understand how unstable “the truth” can be.

What do you despise? By this are you truly known.

We came from Caladan – a paradise world for our form of life. There existed no need on Caladan to build a physical paradise or a paradise of the mind – we could see the actuality all around us. And the price we paid was the price men have always paid for achieving a paradise in this life – we went soft, we lost our edge.

You’ve heard of animals chewing off a leg to escape a trap? There’s an animal kind of trick. A human would remain in the trap, endure the pain, feigning death that he might kill the trapper and remove a threat to his kind.


Og fra Nietzsche lyder det:

De – gode – kan ikke skabe, de er altid begyndelsen til enden – de korsfæster den, der skriver nye værdier på nye tavler, de ofrer fremtiden til sig selv, de korsfæster al menneskefremtid!

De gode – de var altid begyndelsen til enden… Og hvad skade verdens-bagtalerne end måtte gøre, de godes skade er den skadeligste skade.

Vil man have en formel for en sådan skæbne, som bliver menneske? – Den står i min Zaratustra.

- og hvem der vil være skaber i godt og ondt, må først være en tilintetgører og sønderbryde værdier. Således hører det højeste onde til det højeste gode: men dette gode er skabende.

Friedrich Nietzsche – Ecce Homo


Eller med mig:

The many - alone again

The herd will search the grass
to find the bits and scraps of season
Push and shove
and the big one will be angry

For the lessons of the ages
preachers will materialize:
Eat the grass, shit the grass
In the end: your ass

When the depths seems shallow
cry to hallow
and the mass will join:
wolf growl - almost …

Later, your nightmares might uncover these depths:
true wolfs will claim their prey
But the mass will let you pay
- as long as they don’t


Dagens Haram:

Når nu det er så svært at forene mennesker, så kan man i det mindste forene (visse) køkkener. Her er lidt kulturfusion af den gode slags:

1) Tag resterne af en velgennemstegt ribbenssteg fra i går, og skær den i små stykker på en sådan måde, at hvert stykke har sprød svær.

2) Varm en god sojasovs og hæld godt med sukker ved… læg stykkerne af ribbensteg i sovsen og lad dem varme svagt op af restvarmen.

3) Lynsteg ved max varme (1 minut): Sukkerærter, bønnespirer, småt udskårne røde pebre, og en hel hakket rød chili i en almindelig stegeolie.

4) Læg til slut grøntsagerne og kødet på et frisk blad kinakål…

Rigtig god fornøjelse (min dejlige japanske kone har stadig et smil på læberne :-). - Og nej: jeg er hverken skaldet eller fed...

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