Ihminen ei kasva.
Iminen on kuin pala savea,
joka pala palalta riisutaan.
Kunnes lopulta kuolema näkee todellisen ihmisen,
valmiin tuotteen, joka ei pelkää

Ainoa todellinen pelko,
josta kaikki muu pelko on kiteytynyt,
on kuoleman pelko.
Kun lopun tultua seisoo kasvotusten kuoleman kanssa,
huomaa että pelkoa ei koskaan ole ollutkaan.
Pelko paljastua. Panssarin riisuminen, kerros kerrokselta,
saa lopulta ihmisen ymmärtämään,
että kuolema ei ole se mitä ihminen on pelännyt,
vaan matka sitä kohti;
pelko siitä miten valmiiseen tuotteeseen suhtaudutaan,
vaikka kuoren alla onkin aina ollut sama totuus.

People want to be entertained. They don't want a boring minute in their lives. People demand more and more to feel entertained. There's no borders that won't be crossed if we continue this way.

There's also a strong urge to entertain, if someone seems a bit bored around oneself it's a disaster. It's seems like it wouldn't be enough to give people company, which I think is the best entertainment. Guess I'm different when it comes to these matters. I don't need much to feel entertained, I don't need to do anything special to get my kicks. I've come to the conclusion that there's no such thing as wasted time. It's just something we decide that is wasted time.

For a couple of hundred years ago there was no internet, no TV, and you didn't have to own a pair of shoes that blow up by the touch of a button to feel "hip". I've been wondering a lot about these times. Especially how living was in bigger towns, in for example London or Paris. People had lots and lots of children, about 10 I'd guess. They lived in one-room apartments. How were they entertained? They hadn't got water or waste disposal. There was literary shit and garbage everywhere in the streets. Just piles of crap. There weren't even any food to eat, everyone had a monotone diet that consisted of bread, water and the occasional piece of meat. The meat wasn't ribs or anything like that. It was probably your neighbour's dog or something you'd found that was thrown away by the aristocracy. So there you were in your one-room apartment with your whole family. You watched out of the window and you saw piles of shit, and if you were really really lucky you could go to the marketplace and see someone get hanged. So to repeat my question, how did people get entertained? Well, my guess is; by people who had a fast and funny tongue. Storytellers. Mythologies, folklore, maybe a few psalms or songs. Real philanthropic ways of entertainment. The things I really enjoy. I'm not saying that we should ditch all our electronics and other ways to be entertained, but maybe this is something we should think about, just a little bit at least? We don't need electronics worth of tens of thousands to have fun! WE are the entertainment. We don't necessarily need all these tools to have fun.

Would be nice to have a electronic-free week once a year. Just for the fun of it. But, oh well... Maybe I should stop blabbing about this and let you think about it for a while!

Take care!

It's a real winter here in Finland. It's snowing, a lot. So much that people panic and our whole infrastructure has problems because of the snow. This got me thinking.

We, the human race, have super egos. We think that we're in control of everything, that no-one or nothing can stop us. We think that we rule this planet, we've built it and we'll destroy it. We control EVERYTHING. But then...

Snowfall for two days, and what happens? Whole humanity is helpless. There's nothing one can do, except to wait for better weather. It really made me laugh when I walked to school and saw all the people panicing. Here we go thinking that we can take care of things and in reality we're nothing. Nature is strong. Humans to nature are just like ants to humans. They can be crushed any given day. For instance; by snow.

When nature is fed up with our shit it will simply wipe us from the face of the earth. The polar caps will melt and the flood will destroy everything. All humans will die. What happens then? Well, after a few million years, from nature's point of view, everything will be alright, there's nothing for nature to worry about; our nature will reach equilibrium in time; the waters will evaporate or something, and flowers will start to bloom. Just like after the ice ages and things like that. Humans die and no-one cares. No-one. That shows how egoistic we are. We only see ourselves as something special, something that keeps this planet alive, even though it's probably the opposite. But what's there to worry about? We're probably just part of the big plan.

So maybe we should think a bit, and start understanding that we're just a small part of this existence. A few building blocks. And here we go on thinking what marvellous things we're capable of. Just because we came up with some electronics that a 1 hour wind can wipe away any day. I'm not saying that we should consider ourselves unworthy, and that we should look down on ourselves. Because you know I think just the opposite. But that's on the personal level, on the human-level. This is on a higher level. So next time you think about how mighty the human race is, just think that a small storm or earthquake could destroy anything. Nature can do it, without any effort. So maybe a winter like this makes people think a little bit, even though this is nothing worth talking about! Let the snow fall, if it makes people think a bit!

So how can we think th

Killing yourself to live.

"All I can do is be me, whoever that is..."
-Bob Dylan

That's something I've scrabbled down in my own little book that's filled with quotes that are really important to me. What do you think? Can you really be someone except yourself? It is easy to be blinded by quotes; they seem smart. It seems to be really hip to quote people nowadays. Mostly people quote Paulo Coelho, or some other well-known authors, lyricists, poets or philosophers. But do people really think further than the poetic and clear messages? It's hard to say. You hear people quote others all the time.

This particular Bob Dylan quote was something I really reacted on when I opened my little book. Isn't it quite the quote? "All you can be is yourself" really shows that you don't care about other people's opinions, you stand up for your rights, you believe in yourself. From this minute onward you're not going to be affected by others, you're walking your own path... But think about it! If you think a bit further the quote implies that you have to strive to be yourself, you have to know that you're yourself. Well, if you didn't know you are yourself before, is it being yourself if you start "being yourself" because of this quote? It's a real dilemma.

I don't think one has to be himself. I think anyone can be whoever they want, as long as they're not doing it for other people than for themselves. Why should you limit your life to something you see as yourself? I think it's ridiculous. That's killing yourself to live. So don't try to be yourself, if you do that, you're probably so far away from yourself you can be. Don't try. Just be whoever you feel like being, Lay back and enjoy the ride, because you know it's going to end any day. You haven't got time to pretend to be yourself.

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According to all known laws of aviation,
there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
It's wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground.

The bee, of course, flies anyway,
because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

Are we just lazy or don't we even bother, because we think we can't win?

Something I admire in children is how they never give up.

I'm sitting by my window watching out; it's cold. It's windy. It's a real Finnish winter. When I look outside I see an ice-skating rink and the shadows of two people. The wind blows so hard that those small human beings barely stay on their skates. There's one child and one adult. The adult tries to fight against the wind for about 2 minutes, then she gave up. Probably because the adult doesn't see anything worth fighting for, nothing would change even if she'd win over the wind, are probably her thoughts... What about the child? Does he give up? No. He fights to the bitter end. He fights until he wins. This is probably the worst anecdote in the world, but it's true. The main point with my story isn't skating, or if older people give up more easily. The main question is why?



I think it's because young children think that everything is possible. They don't care about the wind. Just like the bee; they don't know what's impossible, and thereby it's possible. Why do people have to start thinking that there are things they cannot cope with? From the minute we are born our parents and other "older and wiser" people start bombarding us with the thought that we mustn't have any dreams, we mustn't think that we can be something special, because we shouldn't get our hopes to high. BULLSHIT! There's no limits for what one can do! Why can't we teach our children (and by our I mean the children of the world) that they can become anything they want! That they have to stand up tall and fight for their rights. Nothing has ever been accomplished by standing quiet in a dark corner. Rosa Parks didn't do that. Why should you? Arguing around a breakfast table doesn't quite do it either, but one has to start somewhere. But does anyone really do this? I immediately come to think of someone who do; sexual minorities. They are probably the ones who really stand up for their rights. They demand things to happen, they don't sit in corners (well, of course every individual isn't that active but, oh well...). They have parades. They want to be known and showed. One might think that a flamboyant 150kg queen prancing around in a fairy suite isn't something that represents all individuals in the minority, but that's not the point! The point is that they are noticed! People see that there's lots of them, and that they aren't any different from other people. This thing wasn't supposed to be any pro-gay propaganda, but I think you know what I mean. Fight for your rights! Stand up! Don't believe everything you've been taught, listen to your own heart and don't give up!

I want back to Amsterdam. I want to arrive in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain, not having a hotel room. I want to eat breakfast by the canals. I want to have my friends by my side. I want to experience stuff I've never experienced before. I want to be stoned. I want to walk around. I want my long hair back. I want to drink beer and smoke. I want to make dinner by the ocean. I want to have long ferry rides, and even longer car rides. I want to continue from there to Herzberg. I want to make platonic love with thousands of hippies. I want to meet new people. I want to run into old acquaintances. I want to listen to great music. I want to sit in mud whilst listening to The Original Wailers. I don't want to have a worry in the world. I want to feel, touch, see, hear, experience all I did last summer. And I want it now!