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.

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.

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.

These people are not leaders.They are MISLEADERS.

Fun fun fun.Believe it or not!

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.

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

Now (2012) comes the Nononono cat.

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

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!

(klick the picture)

With defenders like these, who needs attackers?

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 .