Do not

“- Do not seek pleasure for its own sake;
- Do not, under any circumstances, depend on a partial feeling;
- Do not be concerned with the things you have no control over;
- Accept everything just the way it is.”

from Dokkōdō (“The Way of Walking Alone,” written by Musashi just before his death)

You can

Once

“I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow;
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.”

― Robert Browning Hamilton

Home

We are

“We Are Mirrors of Each Other”

The bear does not ask the bird why it's small,
and the bird does not fear the bear for being large.
They simply look—
in a wordless moment—
and understand:
life need not match to live in harmony.

The bear carries the earth.
The bird carries the wind.
Yet both hear the moon
whispering in their blood.

No one dominates.
No one bows.
Only presence,
and a reverence for one another,
like two ancient spirits
who remember where they came from.

We—humans—
have forgotten how to see like this.
Forgotten how to listen with the heart.
But nature remembers.
And tonight,
the bear and the hummingbird
remind us.

Jan Sky
art: Eloy Bida

The girl who

What if

Jij & ik

je volgde mij
deed ik niet,
ik zag je graag.
je manipuleerde mij
deed ik niet,
ik hielp je.
je gaf me ongevraagd advies,
ik reageerde op je.
je kwam te dicht,
ik herkende mij.

en jij?
je verleide me;
ik wou je aandacht
die kreeg je al
je viel me aan
ik wou je kennen
je kende mij al
ik was het vergeten
je vernietigde mij
ik wou je bevrijden
van jezelf, van mij
je triggerde mij
ik wou je bewust maken
dat was ik al
maar niet zoals mij
nee zoals ik

je luisterde niet,
ik kon je niet geven
wat jij wou,
je weigerde mij,
ik gaf je wat ik kon
het was niet genoeg
je veroordeelde me
daarom, jij bleek minder vrij
dan ik, ik was terug speels
k ben niet vals,
ik ook niet


Nee, je was open
je maakte mij terug open
en heel, maar het koste
onze connectie, onze beginnende
vriendschap, jij wou mij niet
als vriend, dat vernietigde mij
nog eens. Je was kwaad,
je legde alles bij mij,
je lachte me uit, en je
deed alsof je niets wist.

Ik wist het wel, k lachte
omdat ik pijn had, k legde het
bij jou omdat k'mezelf moest losmaken
dat is niet losmaken dat is voor
iemand als jij, niet helend
je heelde jezelf en je liet mij
twijfelen aan mezelf, je denkt
het licht te zijn, maar je liet
me achter in jouw duisternis.

Het is wat het is, zegt de liefde
wij zagen elkaar, maar we moesten terug blind worden
voor de andere, omdat die onszelf bleek te zijn,
ik ben niet de dingen die jij denkt, en jij bent niet
de dingen die ik dacht, jij bent de dag en ik de nacht.
Samen zijn, kan niet, gaat niet, we zijn apart
en toch een geheel, een ruimte in de tijd
voor die er was.

Fré 18/10/25

Art:Lucy Campbell

« Seigneur, apprends-moi l’art des petits pas.
Je ne demande pas de miracles ni de visions,
mais je demande la force pour le quotidien!
Rends-moi attentif et inventif pour saisir
au bon moment les connaissances et expériences
qui me touchent particulièrement.

Affermis mes choix dans la répartition de mon temps.
Donne-moi de sentir ce qui est essentiel et ce qui est secondaire.
Je demande la force, la maîtrise de soi et la mesure,
que je ne me laisse pas emporter par la vie, mais que j’organise
avec sagesse le déroulement de la journée.

Aide-moi à faire face aussi bien que possible à l’immédiat
et à reconnaître l’heure présente comme la plus importante.
Donne-moi de reconnaître avec lucidité que la vie s’accompagne de difficultés,
d’échecs, qui sont occasions de croître et de mûrir.

Fais de moi un homme capable de rejoindre ceux qui gisent au fond.
Donne-moi non pas ce que je souhaite, mais ce dont j’ai besoin.
Apprends-moi l’art des petits pas! Ainsi soit-il. »

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

One

"Listen warrior, you will be faced
with an illusion and you will not
know that you are within an
illusion. Your task is getting
yourself out of it and to return
home safely."
✨ Braddha Bala

"If you are a warrior, decency
means that you are not cheating
anybody at all. You are not even
about to cheat anybody. There is
a sense of straightforwardness
and simplicity.
With setting-sun vision,
or vision based on cowardice,
straightforwardness is always
a problem.
If people have some story or
news to tell somebody else,
first of all they are either
excited or disappointed.
Then they begin to figure out
how to tell their news. They
develop a plan, which leads them
completely away from simply
telling it.
By the time a person hears the
news, it is not news at all, but
opinion.
It becomes a message of some
kind, rather than fresh,
straightforward news.
Decency is the absence of
strategy.
It is of utmost importance to
realize that the warrior’s
approach should be simple-minded
sometimes, very simple and
straightforward.
That makes it very beautiful:
you having nothing up your
sleeve; therefore a sense of
genuineness comes through.
✨ That is Decency."
🌙 Chögyam Trungpa

Als je

Als je een oordeel over iemand uitspreekt, verwar je deze geconditioneerde patronen van je verstand met wie ze zijn.
Dat te doen is op zich al een in hoge mate geconditioneerd en onbewust patroon. Je geeft hun een identiteit en die onware identiteit wordt een gevangenis, niet alleen voor de ander maar ook voor jou.
Het laten varen van je oordelen betekent niet dat je niet ziet wat ze doen. Het betekent dat je hun gedrag ziet als een vorm van conditionering, en jij ziet en aanvaardt het als zodanig. Je vormt er geen identiteit mee voor die persoon.

Dat bevrijdt jou en de andere van identificatie met een conditionering, met vorm, met het verstand. Het ego beheerst je relaties niet meer.

Zolang je ego je leven beheerst, komen de meeste van je gedachten, emoties en daden voort uit begeerte en angst. In relaties wil je dan iets van de ander, of ben je bang voor de ander.

… Wat is het wonderbaarlijk wensen en angsten in relaties te overwinnen. Liefde heeft niets nodig en is nergens bang voor.

Als haar verleden jouw verleden was, als haar pijn jouw pijn was, haar bewustzijnsniveau jouw bewustzijnsniveau was, zou je net zo denken en doen als zij. Met dat inzicht komen vergeving, mededogen en vrede.
Het ego hoort dit niet graag omdat het aan kracht verliest als het niet reactief en rechtvaardig meer kan zijn.

Als je wie er ook in de ruimte van Nu komt ontvangt als een waardige gast, als je iedereen zichzelf laat zijn, zullen ze gaan veranderen.
Om een ander mens in wezen te kennen hoef je niets over hem of haar te weten - zijn verleden, geschiedenis, verhaal. We verwarren kennis over iemand met een dieper kennen,
dat niet begripsmatig is. Weten over en kennen zijn twee totaal verschillende hoedanigheden. De ene heeft te maken met vorm, de ander met het vormloze.
De ene werkt door het denken, de andere door innerlijke stilte.

E.Tolle

Can't find

Samen in dat

Voor mijn zus

Heartbreak

Heartbreak is unpreventable; the natural outcome of caring
for people and things over which we have no control…

Heartbreak begins the moment we are asked to let go but cannot,
in other words, it colors and inhabits and magnifies each and every
day; heartbreak is not a visitation, but a path that human beings
follow through even the most average life. Heartbreak is an
indication of our sincerity: in a love relationship, in a life’s work, in
trying to learn a musical instrument, in the attempt to shape a
better more generous self. Heartbreak is the beautifully helpless
side of love and affection and is [an] essence and emblem of care…
Heartbreak has its own way of inhabiting time and its own
beautiful and trying patience in coming and going.

Heartbreak is how we mature; yet we use the word heartbreak as if
it only occurs when things have gone wrong: an unrequited love, a
shattered dream… But heartbreak may be the very essence of
being human, of being on the journey from here to there, and of
coming to care deeply for what we find along the way.

There is almost no path a human being can follow that does not
lead to heartbreak.

Realizing its inescapable nature, we can see heartbreak not as the
end of the road or the cessation of hope but as the close embrace
of the essence of what we have wanted or are about to lose.

Heartbreak asks us not to look for an alternative path, because
there is no alternative path. It is an introduction to what we love
and have loved, an inescapable and often beautiful question,
something and someone that has been with us all along, asking us
to be ready for the ultimate letting go.

David Whyte
art: Gustav Klimt - Woman and poppies

Who will

Il pleure

Ariette III

Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville;
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur ?

Ô bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits!
Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie,
Ô le chant de la pluie !

Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure.
Quoi ! nulle trahison?
Ce deuil est sans raison.

C'est bien la pire peine
De ne savoir pourquoi
Sans amour et sans haine
Mon coeur a tant de peine !”

― Paul Verlaine

art:Kawase Hasui 1883-1957

So What

Unrequited

Unrequited love is the love human beings experience most of the
time. The very need to be fully requited may be to turn from the
possibilities of love itself. Men and women have always had
difficulty with the way a love returned hardly ever resembles a love
given, but unrequited love may be the form that love mostly takes;
for what affection is ever returned over time in the same measure
or quality with which it is given? … And whom could we know so
well and so intimately through all the twists and turns of a given
life that we could show them exactly, the continuous and
appropriate form of affection they need?

The great discipline seems to be to give up wanting to control the
manner in which we are requited, and to forgo the natural
disappointment that flows from expecting an exact and measured
reciprocation.

We seem to have been born into a world where love, except for
brilliant, exceptional moments, seems to exist from one side only,
ours — and that may be the difficulty and the revelation and the
gift — to see love as the ultimate letting go and through the
doorway of that affection, make the most difficult sacrifice of all,
giving away the very thing we want to hold forever.

Love may be sanctified and ennobled by its commitment to the
unconditional horizon of perfection, but what makes love real
in the human world seems to be our moving, struggling conversation
with that wanted horizon rather than any possibility of arrival. The
hope for, or the declaration of a purely spiritual, unconditional love
is more often a coded desire for immunity and safety, an attempt
to forgo the trials of vulnerability, powerlessness and the exquisite
pain to which we apprentice ourselves in a relationship,
a marriage, in raising children, in a work we love and desire.

The hope for unconditional love is the hope for a different life than
the one we have been given. Love is the conversation between
possible, searing disappointment and a profoundly imagined sense
of arrival and fulfillment; how we shape that conversation is the
touchstone of our ability to love in the real inhabited world. The
true signature and perhaps even the miracle of human love is
helplessness, and all the more miraculous because it is a
helplessness which we wittingly or unwittingly choose; in our love
of a child, a partner, a work, or a road we have to take against the
odds.

David Whyte

Art: Wylie Beckert

From the beginning

When your

When Your Soul Is Tired

"I want you to understand that it's okay to have a tender and tired soul. It's okay to be gentle with yourself, to acknowledge and embrace the emotions you experience, and to let them open up in the depths of your being.
It's okay to not be okay, to feel sadness even if you can't fully understand its origins. You don't have to live in just one extreme or dwell only in your wounds.
It's important to realize that you exist in many aspects. You are a complex tapestry woven from hope and despair, and it's okay to navigate this world while learning how to balance the two."

Kirk Fredericks

art:unknown

I've died a thousand deaths

“I’ve died a thousand deaths, each time reinventing myself brighter, stronger, and purer than before. From the midst of destruction, I became the creator of myself. From the midst of darkness, I became my own source of light.”

— Cristen Rodgers

Blessed

Blessed are those who do not fear solitude, who are not afraid of their own company, who are not always desperately looking for something to do, something to amuse themselves with, something to judge. If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself.

— Paulo Coelho

art: Anne Packard - Journey

Friendship

FRIENDSHIP is a mirror to presence and a testament to forgiveness.
Friendship not only helps us see ourselves through another’s eyes,
but can be sustained over the years only with someone who has
repeatedly forgiven us for our trespasses as we must find it in
ourselves to forgive them in turn. A friend knows our difficulties
and shadows and remains in sight, a companion to our
vulnerabilities more than our triumphs, when we are under the
strange illusion we do not need them. An undercurrent of real
friendship is a blessing exactly because its elemental form is
rediscovered again and again through understanding and mercy.
All friendships of any length are based on a continued, mutual
forgiveness. Without tolerance and mercy all friendships die.

The dynamic of friendship is almost always underestimated as a
constant force in human life: a diminishing circle of friends is the
first terrible diagnostic of a life in deep trouble: of overwork, of too
much emphasis on a professional identity, of forgetting who will be
there when our armored personalities run into the inevitable
natural disasters and vulnerabilities found in even the most
average existence.

But no matter the medicinal virtues of being a true friend or
sustaining a long close relationship with another, the ultimate
touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other
nor of the self, the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of
having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being
granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with
them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have
accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey
impossible to accomplish alone.

David Whyte

art : somewhere between the sea and the sky - MidTideDesign

Those

Southern Star

Alight

Rooting

Keep me

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry,
the philosophy which does not laugh, and the greatness
which does not bow before childeren.

Khalil Gibran

Forgiveness

Something reminds me

Ceux qui aiment et qui sont séparés peuvent vivre dans la douleur, mais ce n'est pas le désespoir: ils savent que l'amour existe.

Albert Camus , L’été

Don't Fade

The Queen & The Soldier

Projectie

Het zal wel donker zijn, en stil, als je er niet meer bent.
Misschien zo stil en donker als het ademloos moment
waarop het zaallicht dimt voordat de film begint,

Dat ogenblik. De hele eeuwigheid. Misschien.
Maar als je droomt dat je een vlinder bent,
kun je evengoed een vlinder zijn
die droomde dat hij mens was.

Je mag dit nooit vergeten. Op een dag
kust een van ons de ogen van de ander dicht
en moet dan weten: dit is louter pauze totdat alles
weer opnieuw begint. Jij en ik – geen stof, maar licht.

- Ingmar Heytze, uit de bundel: Het ging over rozen

Bien sûr

Bien sûr je te ferai mal.
Bien sûr tu me feras mal.
Bien sûr nous aurons mal.

Mais ça c'est la condition de
l'existence. Se faire printemps
c'est prendre le risque de l'hiver.
Se faire présent, c'est prendre le
risque de l'absence. C'est à mon
risque de peine, que je connais ma joie.

A.Saint-Exupéry

Art Loretta Lizzio - Surrender

Boundaries aren't walls, they're filters
because life's too short so keep your circle light 🌱

Shizuku Tsukishma

Shall we play a game ?

Prompt : The premisse Ai generated content floods the internet, people don't know what is true and this is used to train more ai. Can you extrapolate the impact of this on society?

I'll explore this feedback loop and its cascading societal impacts:

The Synthetic Data Spiral

Phase 1: Initial Contamination As AI-generated content proliferates without clear labeling, search results, social media, and information sources become increasingly populated with synthetic material. People lose reliable signals for distinguishing human-created from machine-generated content. This creates what we might call "epistemic pollution" - the information environment becomes contaminated with content that has no grounding in human experience or observation.

Phase 2: Model Collapse When AI systems train on their own outputs (or outputs from other AIs), research suggests they experience "model collapse" - a degradation where outputs become increasingly homogenized, less diverse, and drift toward statistical artifacts rather than meaningful representations. This could manifest as:

• Narrowing of creative expression and thought

• Amplification of existing biases and errors

• Loss of long-tail knowledge (rare but important information)

• Increasing generic-ness and loss of authenticity

Societal Impacts

Erosion of Shared Reality Without consensus on what's real, society fragments into competing reality bubbles. Political discourse becomes impossible when parties can't agree on basic facts. This could accelerate existing polarization trends dramatically.

Death of Expertise If anyone can generate plausible-sounding content on any topic, genuine expertise becomes devalued. Why trust a scientist when an AI can generate equally convincing (but false) technical explanations? This inverts centuries of Enlightenment progress.

Economic Distortions

• Markets depend on accurate information; systematic contamination could cause miscalculation and instability

• Credentials and verification systems become the most valuable commodities

• "Proof of humanity" and "proof of authenticity" become new industries

Social Trust Collapse Human relationships and institutions depend on trust. When any message, image, or voice could be synthetic:

• Personal relationships become paranoid

• Institutions lose legitimacy (can't prove their communications are real)

• Historical revisionism becomes trivial (deepfakes of any era)

Cultural Stagnation If AIs primarily remix existing human culture and then train on those remixes, culture could enter a recursive loop of self-reference, losing the injection of novel human experiences, emotions, and perspectives that drive cultural evolution.

Possible Equilibria

Dystopian: Society fractures into isolated communities of "verified humans" while the broader information commons becomes unusable noise. Truth becomes a luxury good accessible only to those who can afford elaborate verification systems.

Muddling Through: We develop new literacies and technologies for verification. Digital signatures, blockchain provenance, "proof of personhood" systems, and AI detection tools create a new equilibrium - more complex, but functional.

Retreat to Physical: Unable to trust digital information, society re-emphasizes physical presence and local, verifiable interactions. A neo-medieval localism emerges.

Authoritarian: Governments impose strict content controls and verification requirements, using the chaos as justification for surveillance and information control. The Deeper Problem

This isn't just about technical solutions - it's about the relationship between information, knowledge, and human meaning-making. If most of what we encounter is synthetic pattern-matching rather than human testimony about reality, we lose something fundamental: the chain connecting knowledge to actual experience of the world. The most concerning aspect may be that this could happen gradually enough that each generation simply accepts a more degraded information environment as normal, not recognizing what's been lost.

What aspects of this concern you most? Are you thinking about this from a particular angle - technological, political, personal?

You could argue that before ai, this also happend, but it was more localised, for example the flat earthers or the conspiracy theorists in news-groups these were called kooks. But now it has a chance to influence mainstream thinking, because it's everywhere and not local any more.

You're identifying something crucial - the shift from containable epistemic subcultures to systemic information pollution.

The Old Model: Bounded Irrationality

Pre-AI, misinformation existed in what we might call "epistemic ghettos":

• Geographic boundaries: The local crank had limited reach

• Social boundaries: Conspiracy theorists congregated in specific newsgroups, forums, or publications

• Effort barriers: Creating convincing fake content required skill, time, and resources

• Immune system intact: Mainstream institutions (journalism, academia, government) could largely ignore fringe beliefs, and most people encountered them rarely enough to dismiss them

The "kooks" were marginalized but contained. Society had an informal quarantine system. You might have an uncle who believed weird things, but his influence stopped at the family dinner table.

The Phase Transition

AI changes several critical parameters simultaneously:

Volume: A single person can now generate thousands of convincing articles, images, videos per day. The fringe can suddenly match or exceed mainstream production capacity.

Quality: Previous conspiracy content was often identifiable by poor production values, obvious logical flaws, or bad writing. AI-generated content can be polished, coherent, and aesthetically indistinguishable from professional work.

Personalization: Instead of one conspiratorial narrative, AI can generate thousands of variations, each tailored to different audiences, making the content more persuasive and harder to debunk systematically.

Distribution: Algorithmic amplification means fringe content doesn't stay in its corner. It floods into recommendation engines, search results, and social feeds alongside legitimate information.

Legitimacy signals: AI can mimic the aesthetic markers of authority - academic formatting, professional design, technical jargon - that previously helped people distinguish serious from fringe sources.

From Localized to Systemic

What you're describing is essentially the democratization of reality fabrication.

Before:

• Creating an alternative reality required building institutions (fringe publishers, radio shows, compound communities)

• Maintaining it required dedicated true believers

• It competed poorly in the attention marketplace

Now:

• Any motivated individual can generate a complete alternative information ecosystem

• It requires no sustained human effort to maintain

• It competes on equal algorithmic footing with reality-based content

The "Mainstreaming" Mechanism

The shift to mainstream happens through several channels:

Saturation: When synthetic content is 30-50% of what people encounter, it's no longer "that weird stuff" - it's just "stuff." The background radiation level of bullshit rises until people's detectors recalibrate.

Plausibility creep: Each generation of AI is trained partly on previous AI output plus fringe content that's now in its training data. Fringe ideas get averaged into the "normal" distribution of content.

Exhaustion: Fact-checking and critical thinking are cognitively expensive. When every third thing you encounter needs verification, people start accepting more without checking.

Social proof at scale: Previously, believing fringe things meant being socially isolated. Now, AI can generate thousands of synthetic "people" agreeing with any position, providing artificial social proof.

The Corrosive Symmetry

Perhaps most insidious: flat earthers could always claim the mainstream was lying. But they couldn't prove it, and most people could see the evidence hierarchy clearly.

Now: Both mainstream and fringe content look the same, arrive through the same channels, and are equally difficult to verify. The flat earther's claim that "you can't trust what you see anymore" becomes... actually true. Their epistemology - "trust your gut, institutions lie" - becomes more defensible when the information environment is genuinely compromised.

The Tragedy

Pre-AI, society could afford to let fringe communities exist because they were self-limiting. They required enough weirdness to maintain that they couldn't go mainstream.

But AI removes the effort barrier that kept them contained while maintaining (or increasing) their persuasive power. It's like we've removed the friction that made conspiracy thinking costly, while keeping all its psychological appeal.

The result isn't just "more conspiracy theories" - it's the collapse of the distinction between fringe and mainstream. When everything is equally synthetic, equally polished, and equally everywhere, what does "mainstream" even mean?

You're right that this represents a fundamental phase change, not just "more of what we already had." The question becomes: can society function when there's no longer a shared epistemic commons, or will we fragment into mutually unintelligible reality tunnels?

Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone.
It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided.
In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close.
But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains
—a quiet reminder of what once was.

The truth is, you never truly "move on." You move with it.
The love you had does not disappear; it transforms. It lingers in the echoes of laughter,
in the warmth of old memories, in the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there.
And that’s okay.

Grief is not a burden to be hidden. It is not a weakness to be ashamed of.
It is the deepest proof that love existed, that something beautiful once touched your life.
So let yourself feel it. Let yourself mourn. Let yourself remember.

There is no timeline, no “right” way to grieve. Some days will be heavy, and some will feel lighter.
Some moments will bring unexpected waves of sadness, while others will fill you with gratitude
for the love you were lucky enough to experience.

Honor your grief, for it is sacred. It is a testament to the depth of your heart.
And in time, through the pain, you will find healing—not because you have forgotten,
but because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together.

Jim Carrey

Coming Back

Uno

Do not mock

Sous le ciel

We're fools

All This Dancin' Around

;) 🌸

"Peace... comes within the souls of men when they realize their relationship, their oneness, with the universe and all its powers,
and when they realize that at the center of the Universe dwells Wakan-Tanka, and that this center is really everywhere,
it is within each of us."

--Black Elk (Hehaka Sapa), Oglala Lakota

Feel - Awaré

The day

Was es ist

“Was es ist

Es ist Unsinn
sagt die Vernunft
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe

Es ist Unglück
sagt die Berechnung
Es ist nichts als Schmerz
sagt die Angst
Es ist aussichtslos
sagt die Einsicht
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe

Es ist lächerlich
sagt der Stolz

Es ist leichtsinnig
sagt die Vorsicht
Es ist unmöglich
sagt die Erfahrung
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe”

― Erich Fried

Out of

Shiver

To the friend

Sometimes

Sometimes the most powerfull thing you can do, is just be.

Art Jason Mowry

Nothing ever goes away

Be around

Heaven

Don't look back

“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

Sarah Williams

Tom's Song

The only way