And it dawned on me
fear is not real.
The only place that fear can exist
is in our thoughts of the future.
It is a product of our imagination,
causing us to fear things
that do not at present
and may not ever exist.
That is near insanity, Kitai.
Now, do not misunderstand me.
Danger is very real.
But fear is a choice.
We are all telling ourselves a story.
And that day, mine changed.
After Earth (2013)
25. April 2019
17. April 2019
this side of paradise
Captain's log, stardate ...
Except for myself,
all crew personnel have transported
to the surface of the planet.
Mutinied.
Lieutenant Uhura has
effectively sabotaged
the communications station.
I can only contact
the surface of the planet.
The ship can be maintained
in orbit for several months.
But even with automatic controls,
I cannot pilot her alone.
In effect, I am marooned here.
I'm beginning to realise...
...just how big this ship
really is, how quiet.
I don't know how
to get my crew back,
how to counteract
the effect of the spores.
I don't know
what I can offer against...
...paradise.
- Enterprise to Mr. Spock.
- Yes, Jim, what is it now?
- I've joined you.
I understand now.
- Wonderful, Jim.
When will you beam down?
- There are some things in my quarters I want to pack.
- Good.
Leila and I will meet you at the beam-down point.
- Kirk out.
No.
No.
I...
...can't...
...leave!
Emotions.
Violent emotions. Needs.
Anger.
Captain's log, supplemental.
I think I've discovered the answer.
But to carry out my plan
entails considerable risk.
Mr. Spock is much stronger
than the ordinary human being.
Aroused, his great physical strength
could kill.
But it's a risk I'll have to take.
- Enterprise to Mr. Spock.
- Spock here.
- It's Jim.
- What's keeping you, Jim?
We've been waiting.
- I've been packing some things, and
I realised there's some equipment here
that we should have down at the settlement.
You know, we can't come back
onboard once the last of us has left.
- Do you want me to beam up a party?
- No, I think you and I can handle it.
Why don't you beam up now?
- Just a moment.
It won't take long. Do you mind?
- I'll wait.
- Ready to beam up, Jim.
- Energising.
-All right, you mutinous, disloyal,
computerised half-breed.
We'll see about you
deserting my ship.
-The term "half-breed"
is somewhat applicable.
But "computerised" is inaccurate.
A machine can be computerised,
not a man.
-What makes you think you're a man?
You're an overgrown jackrabbit.
An elf with a hyperactive thyroid.
- Jim, I don't understand.
- Of course you don't understand.
You don't have the brains
to understand.
All you have is printed circuits.
- Captain, if you'll excuse me...
- What can you expect
from a simpering, devil-eared freak
whose father was a computer
and his mother an encyclopaedia?
- My mother was a teacher.
My father, an ambassador.
- Your father was a computer,
like his son.
An ambassador from a planet
of traitors.
The Vulcan never lived
who had an ounce of integrity.
- Captain, please don't...
- You're a traitor
from a race of traitors.
Disloyal to the core. Rotten like
the rest of your subhuman race.
And you've got the gall
to make love to that girl.
- That's enough.
- Does she know what
she's getting, Spock?
A carcass full of memory banks
who should be squatting
on a mushroom
instead of passing
himself off as a man?
You belong in a circus, Spock,
not a starship.
Right next to the dog-faced boy.
Had enough?
I didn't realise what it took
to get under that thick hide of yours.
Anyhow, I don't know
what you're so mad about.
It isn't every first officer
who gets to belt his captain.
Several times.
- You did that to me deliberately.
-Believe me, Mr. Spock,
it was painful in more ways than one.
- The spores.
They're gone.
I don't belong anymore.
- You said they were benevolent and peaceful.
Violent emotions overwhelm them, destroy them.
I had to make you angry enough
to shake off their influence.
That's the answer, Mr. Spock.
Except for myself,
all crew personnel have transported
to the surface of the planet.
Mutinied.
Lieutenant Uhura has
effectively sabotaged
the communications station.
I can only contact
the surface of the planet.
The ship can be maintained
in orbit for several months.
But even with automatic controls,
I cannot pilot her alone.
In effect, I am marooned here.
I'm beginning to realise...
...just how big this ship
really is, how quiet.
I don't know how
to get my crew back,
how to counteract
the effect of the spores.
I don't know
what I can offer against...
...paradise.
- Enterprise to Mr. Spock.
- Yes, Jim, what is it now?
- I've joined you.
I understand now.
- Wonderful, Jim.
When will you beam down?
- There are some things in my quarters I want to pack.
- Good.
Leila and I will meet you at the beam-down point.
- Kirk out.
No.
No.
I...
...can't...
...leave!
Emotions.
Violent emotions. Needs.
Anger.
Captain's log, supplemental.
I think I've discovered the answer.
But to carry out my plan
entails considerable risk.
Mr. Spock is much stronger
than the ordinary human being.
Aroused, his great physical strength
could kill.
But it's a risk I'll have to take.
- Enterprise to Mr. Spock.
- Spock here.
- It's Jim.
- What's keeping you, Jim?
We've been waiting.
- I've been packing some things, and
I realised there's some equipment here
that we should have down at the settlement.
You know, we can't come back
onboard once the last of us has left.
- Do you want me to beam up a party?
- No, I think you and I can handle it.
Why don't you beam up now?
- Just a moment.
It won't take long. Do you mind?
- I'll wait.
- Ready to beam up, Jim.
- Energising.
-All right, you mutinous, disloyal,
computerised half-breed.
We'll see about you
deserting my ship.
-The term "half-breed"
is somewhat applicable.
But "computerised" is inaccurate.
A machine can be computerised,
not a man.
-What makes you think you're a man?
You're an overgrown jackrabbit.
An elf with a hyperactive thyroid.
- Jim, I don't understand.
- Of course you don't understand.
You don't have the brains
to understand.
All you have is printed circuits.
- Captain, if you'll excuse me...
- What can you expect
from a simpering, devil-eared freak
whose father was a computer
and his mother an encyclopaedia?
- My mother was a teacher.
My father, an ambassador.
- Your father was a computer,
like his son.
An ambassador from a planet
of traitors.
The Vulcan never lived
who had an ounce of integrity.
- Captain, please don't...
- You're a traitor
from a race of traitors.
Disloyal to the core. Rotten like
the rest of your subhuman race.
And you've got the gall
to make love to that girl.
- That's enough.
- Does she know what
she's getting, Spock?
A carcass full of memory banks
who should be squatting
on a mushroom
instead of passing
himself off as a man?
You belong in a circus, Spock,
not a starship.
Right next to the dog-faced boy.
Had enough?
I didn't realise what it took
to get under that thick hide of yours.
Anyhow, I don't know
what you're so mad about.
It isn't every first officer
who gets to belt his captain.
Several times.
- You did that to me deliberately.
-Believe me, Mr. Spock,
it was painful in more ways than one.
- The spores.
They're gone.
I don't belong anymore.
- You said they were benevolent and peaceful.
Violent emotions overwhelm them, destroy them.
I had to make you angry enough
to shake off their influence.
That's the answer, Mr. Spock.
31. Januar 2019
Climbing the Holy Mountain
"In The Perfect Stage the goal is to invest oneself fully in this journey and to open one’s eyes to the challenge one faces here and now, specifically on the mountain, to look inward and to extract oneself from the enveloping clutches of Morpheus. Yet this journey is strewn with myriads of figures, occult elements and bizarre narratives. It is thus not so much the great shining narrative we are presented with as the cultivation of authenticity of detail and perhaps of the occult. The path to perfection is not pure, and we must soil ourselves in rituals, myths and contemplation if we are truly to follow it."
2. Januar 2019
Το 19
Το 18 ήταν ένας αρκετά καλός χρόνος
Αλλά οι μέρες μίκρυναν
Στο 19 που οι μέρες μεγαλώνουν
Η ζωή μας βγάζει σταφύλια
Ώριμα και ζουμερά,
Γλυκά και αρωματικά,
Φέτος θα κάνει πολύ καλή σοδιά
Αλλά οι μέρες μίκρυναν
Στο 19 που οι μέρες μεγαλώνουν
Η ζωή μας βγάζει σταφύλια
Ώριμα και ζουμερά,
Γλυκά και αρωματικά,
Φέτος θα κάνει πολύ καλή σοδιά
3. September 2018
back in town
“A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man.”
25. Juni 2018
waiting / no mind
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.
The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.
- John Burroughs
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.
The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.
- John Burroughs
1. Januar 2018
life flies
“Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!
One thing at least is certain - This Life flies;
One thing is certain and the rest is Lies -
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.”
― Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
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