Sutrasmith

Thinkbytes

The soundbyte has a bad reputation. As an icon of modern man’s lack of time it signals temporal poverty, but also stands for compression and concentration. If you want to give a child a good start (in at least two senses), don’t give it lengthy books but proverbs and quotations. These are short, unflattering and they inspire, almost FORCE the child to think.

I quote:

There are people who are happy without knowing it
If the shoe fits you are not allowing for growth
Everybody likes the smell of his own fart

Such miniature “thinkbytes” are freeze-dried wisdom, often the result of a long life of reflection. A standard book of quotations can thus expand to the size of a small library.

Just add reader.

Everything is still connected

Yes.

But I am no longer connecting the dots myself.Blog dogma is too tiring, cumbersome and nerdy. Above all, it stops my flow. A number of texts have not been written or published because of the tiredness felt when thinking about connecting them.

Everyhing is still connected.

You just have to go the Akasha for it now.

A prophecy

I believe (and hope) that future generations will have a hard time understanding the concept of “Mobile Phone Cake”.

The name and the heart

A victim is, almost by definition, powerless. If you see a victim with power, that is a wannabe — rather a wannabeseenas — victim.

That human being, or group, posesses a special kind of invisible/less visible power. I call it victim power (offermakt).

The name of the game is victimisation. But the heart of the game is power.

Our leaders

When contemplating what our ”leaders” are doing — to us, others, the planet — I realize we need a new word.

These people are not leaders.They are MISLEADERS.

Fun fun fun.Believe it or not!

The illusion of importance aka Shouting machines

We civilians often think things are done for US.

Men think that women dress for them — while women dress for each other.

Women think men are toiling for them — which happens to be correct.

Both men and women think that  technological changes and computer updates are done for them — while they are just part of the war between companies. The “user” is merely audience.

The same goes for politics. Voters think politicians work for them. Actually voters are just the crowd cheering and helping one of the teams to win.

It is only in sports that this relationship is clear. We know we are unimportant shouting machines.

Waving and shouting machines.

The power of No

First (1924) came “No, no Nanette”.Then (1927) came “Yes, Yes Yvette”.

After that (1960) came “Intolleranza” by Luigi Nono.

Now (2012) comes the Nononono cat.

Saying “no” sure gives us a sense of being important.

Nietzsche in reverse

“What doesn´t kill you…”

Stop! We know that tune. Turn around and go the other way.

What doesn´t make you stronger kills you — s l o w l y.

Now that´s a good motto.  Of course there are things and people that kill you fast, like Martians

or  Americans.

But that has nothing to do with weakness, or weakening.

One way to avoid being killed slowly is to say NO!

Sometimes democracy must be defended even against ways of defending it

(klick the picture)

With defenders like these, who needs attackers?

Hens R US

Mad scientists in the country of
ABBA and Linneus
turn men and women into HENS!

We have just received dramatic reports from correspondents in Scandinavia informing us that this is the end of Swedish people as we know them.

A metamorphosis of humans into something magnificent (like tigers) or poetic (like gazelles) might be strange — but still somehow understandable. However, Sweden, once a proud and patriotic country that termed its language the language of honor and heroes (“ärans och hjältarnas språk”), is now turning it´s back on magnificence and poetry and will henceforth be hen territory.

Are we not hens?

After the regime change the only politically correct movie will be Chicken Little; everybody will eat at Scania Fried Chicken, buy their clothes at Hens & Mauritz and hum the tunes of Hans Werner Hense.

Did I say hum? I meant cluck.

It doesn´t have a tune and you can´t dance to it... Hense is my favorite composer!

Not only Swedish people are affected by strange metamorphosis. A similar transformation has been observed all over the globe in the sphere of ideas and concepts .